Neil Young & Crazy Horse Barn WARNERS

A t the age of 75, an age when most bands and artists are concentrating on making sure they’re going to be remembered for their past achievements, Neil Young – like Paul McCartney and almost nobody else – continues to be more interested in his present. Still restless, Young may be taking care of his archive but he’s also making new music with a frequency that would shame most of the 21st-century stadium-pop dullards currently trading under the term ‘rock’.

Now he’s back again, again, with yet another album, this time with his long-time collaborators in loud, Crazy Horse: Ralph Molina, Billy Talbot and Nils Lofgren. Recorded, as its title subtly hints, in a converted barn in Colorado, is a collection of songs that sometimes sound like Crazy Horse at their most juggernautical, sometimes like the yearning country of his 1992 album , and sometimes just like a group of ageing friends doing what they do best: making music as organically as anyone can with electric instruments. There are moments like , a wistful love song with-era Dylan throwbacks like the bluesy or the loose-sounding with its country yodel and lyrical warmth: ‘.’ There are charming moments like , a piano tune with a gorgeous light melody, and , another wistful number, with a fantastic bar-room piano.