This new album of Bob Dylan exhales sweet scent of nostalgia ... Is it because it is covers of standards of an era seemed very very distant shot? Is it the plaintive hissing of the pedal steel guitar, drowning these melodies in an ineffable and languid lament? Is this heartrending voice but without trying too have too many illusions, to coax the cruel pulse of fate, when entering, backwards, in the chiaroscuro between the mysterious existence of nothingness? Still, unsettling feeling that seizes one who surrenders to these repetitive and monotonous chants, almost whispered with humility, by an artist who has nothing to prove, but still something to express, on Through these subtle reminiscences ... Perhaps one should understand that nothing will be as before, or that everything starts forever ...
