For better or worse, there's little of Dylan left in these adaptations of his old lost lyrics. No, this is pure supergroup: supplementing the usual too-many-cooksism with some Dylan reverence for good measure. And when it's not muddy it's scattered: I almost like Spanish Mary and Hidee Hidee Ho #11, but they're sorely out place. For an album called Lost on the River there sure isn't any flow, and it sure never lets me get lost, shouting ideas like a drunk backseat driver.
Frankly most of what I like of this is just Jim James. His awesome, creaky guitar solo is the only thing keeping Kansas City from being every other Mumford and Sons track, and his Down on the Bottom take is possibly the album highlight.
Maybe it's not even that there's inherent supergroup problems here: maybe I just don't much like Mumford and Sons, Dawes, Elvis Costello, My Morning Jacket, or hell, Bob Dylan, all that much 2.5/5
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