In 1994, American Recordings Johnny Cash appeared was undeservedly to be taken of them pretty far from the note. And then this: An album with the force of any storm-defying monoliths. Lonely standing upright in a world of shallow insignificance. It does not take much, only the incomparable, sonorous voice of the Man in Black, who recites the sparingly presented for acoustic guitar songs with downright Old Testament timbre, and made them make songs for eternity. Each standing for a memorial about loss, war, their own weaknesses and all known wrongs of humanity. The redeemed, bone dry Peoduktion by Rick Rubin always keeps cash in focus and that's good, the song selection is without a misstep notch. Conclusion: an inviolable for all time masterpiece
