I hate Bob Dylan. I hate terrorism. Bob Dylan is aural terrorism. But more on the medieval torture device that is his voice later.
Anyway, Zimmy's got a new album out (hooray). Together Through Life (Columbia 2009) was released today, April 29th. As his 33rd studio album, it's about damn time to hang up the guitar and the harmonica holder thing, but no music critic over the age of 30 will ever admit it.
Take for example, perennial Dylan-fellatio-providers Rolling Stone magazine. Now, they love them some Bob, maybe even a little too much (This 2008-year-end list just proves their pandering. Seriously, unless you are TV on the Radio, no matter what new material you produce, it will never be as good as a bunch of shitty Dylan b-sides? Excellent message, RS.) Anywho, as expected, they loved it.
No formal review here. I'm nowhere near as depressed as I need to be to want to listen to his bullfrog-being-raped-by-a-rusty-grain thresher of a voice. You'd think somebody would hand him a lozenge one of these days...
And here's another RS list that proves my point about the magazine's blatant favoritism. 100 Greatest singers of the rock era. Okay, we have the no-brainers of soul legends Aretha Franklin, Sam Cooke and Marvin Gaye in the top 10. But oh, looky there at #7, it's Mr. Golden Pipes himself. Apparently with a greater voice than Robert Plant, Freddy Mercury and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JEFF GODDAMN BUCKLEY! AHHHHHHHH!
But he's a genius of a songwriter and a national treasure so I have no choice but to say he's the the greatest human being alive. Oh, by the way, attention all musicians out there: don't bother releasing anything this year. Rolling Stone already made up it's mind for album of the year by default.
Together Through Life is available now on iTunes, for all you sadomasochists out there.
End rant.


