This is probably the most famous album I've never heard all the way through. I've had it forever, and just never wanted to keep listening to it whenever I put it on. Finally decided enough was enough.
I like Bob Dylan good enough. I mean, his songs are often structureless and insufferably long, his voice is fairly unbearable and utterly limited, and I generally think he speaks for a generation that I don't much associate with. But. But! When he's at his most sun scorched and infinite (Highway 61 Revisited) or his most starkly tortured (Blood on the Tracks) I actually like him a lot. This album never seemed to fit either of those roles though.
Upon making it through, I can see the appeal. The songs are actually pretty inventive, keeping you on your toes, swerving hither and tither, sounding utterly unconcerned with keeping you on board, but following a predictable enough path that you might be able to cut it off at the pass. I actually think its a pretty brilliant album that I just don't much enjoy. I just don't really have the patience for his voice on this album, is what it comes down to. Its just a deal breaker. I don't even know if I have the patience for his albums that I previously liked any more, I'll have to revisit them. This might have to be, at least for now, one of those albums that I respect without liking it, but at least now I've heard it and can regain some degree of respectability as a student of rock and roll 3/5
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