Veteran of a three-decade career in music John Hiatt has wiles aplenty, and these days approaches his craft with the kind of casual mastery that can come only from doing what you do very well and for a very long time. His new record, "Master of Disaster," starts with a bang, a catchy title track that's unmistakably the child, or at the very least nephew, of Dire Straits' "Sultans of Swing." The rest of the disc is made up of less immediately striking songs, simple, rootsy and repetitive, that would be steadfastly boring in the hands of a lesser performer. But Hiatt uses their repetitiveness to hypnotize, spinning the simplest of premises into something beautiful and alluring. Most hypnotic of all is "Thunderbird."