In the intervening years between her previous studio album, 2004’s Trampin’, and now, Patti Smith’s cache has gone up considerably. Not because of her music however, but because of her prose. Smith’s memoir, Just Kids, detailing her and Robert Mapplethorpe’s early years in Manhattan is a best-seller and multiple-award winner. In fact her 2007 album of covers, Twelve, was somewhat disappointing. But, with probably more attention on her at any time since the 1970s, Patti has produced her best album in years with Banga.