The spunk and funk of these Dylan covers are body-moving in
their guts and groove, LaVette’s singing at age 72 [yes, it matters] serving up
a ‘sing-to-the-hand’ put-down to those contemporary gibbering, baby-talk, slurring
female vocal pretenders. Of course, it is the colossal innate talent in the
gruff soul and blues of her oak-aged voice, but it’s also the lived-life of
feeling.
Dylan? I guess he’s in there somewhere, but there really is
no need to forage or apply your Bob’s-your-uncle forensic expertise to finding
echoes. I don’t know most of these songs anyway, but take The Times They Are A-Changing and the change in structure and melody
is so fundamentally and immediately obvious as deconstruction no Derrida
analysis could ever better it. It Ain’t
Me Babe has perhaps the most familiar and comforting residue where we hear
the alterations knowingly.
Elsewhere and everywhere this is simply stonking. Third
track Political World is wrapped up
in the funkiest belt constantly burst open, Keith Richards busting it wide too
with guitar blues-blasts and runs.
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