Album Reviews

With a brash clash of caustic, almost acidic guitar sound, Maggie’s Farm truly bursts in like a storm. Hard Rain, the only live album reviewed

1976 saw an enormous departure in sound and lyric from ‘Blood on the Tracks’, Dylan’s 1975 release. No more confessional tracks appear on this album,

With the title of the album ‘Blood on the Tracks’, could Dylan have created a metaphor for love lost and the past pain it provoked?

The undulations of human existence. The crest and the troth. A lifetime of waves, sufferings and joys. A planet of these waves; ‘Planet Waves’. A

Not quite dawn, October. My steadfast stereo chattering this mornings Dylan album and review, ‘New Morning’. Appropriate timing as I am soon to see another

Like the crack of a gun, quite out of nowhere, the vocals come in. “There’s guns across the river like to pound ya, law man

When asked for a one liner for this review, Dr. Damian Carpenter with degrees in English and American Folk Music, said “Self Portrait’ is delightful

With a Woodstock, N.Y. “How do?” staring at you on the cover, the question is what has Dylan has left behind for the remainder of his

Let’s travel back in time, shall we? For my sixteenth birthday my best friend surprised me with a gift. Unwrapped, the way he had stolen

Allow me to indulge, briefly. Amber lit, the brown, wood laden college bar looked like it was cloaked in the light of embers. The redhead

If ‘Bringing it all Back Home’ was a bridging album, ‘Highway 61 Revisited’ is a rocket lift-off; stratospheric. From the opening snare strike, an epic

What is there to say about this album. As ‘Lost John’ states, its a bridging album to ‘Another Side of Bob Dylan.” Or as I

Two weeks; it’s written. Greece, seaside. Seaside air, seaside sun, seaside speed and typewriter grease. Who could do it this way? Hell, Dylan did. Call

As he would sing three decades later, “The truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow, let it pass us through.” To reference this

Just like Corina; where ‘he’ been so long?Laying mortar on the Village folk scene he morphed, Dylan took the click and clank of the typewriter,

Strumming like the rhythm of the freight train, he brings the strings, E through E. All six. Like a freight train he may have come

Biased only by my utter fanaticism I will proceed. LJ is attempting to get press credentials for an early listening to the album. Tim Out