Now he dares the experiment and is dedicated to the Great American Songbook, pieces whose sound we have by none other than The Voice Frank Sinatra in the ear. Sinatra and Dylan, a little like the creamy Güldner honey beside desiccated straw with loose chippings. Yet the experiment goes on. Because Dylan Shadows In The Night is not a copy, no runtergedroschene reinterpretation. Because really new, he does not interpret this wonderful music. But rather he gives classics a different coat, worn, holey thoroughly honest, authentic though.
In all, it is Dylan, the thought of not Coverns comes second. On the contrary, the ballads act more melancholy, profound. Melancholy contrast never comes on, because instrumented too accented and economical is the whole sound as fascinating as sensitively. On wind waived Dylan, which his voice clearly takes center stage. Acoustically and recording technology to Dylan does not disappoint. Despite the modest duration, just over 35 minutes, a jewel and nothing less than a true asset.
When Black Gold, the album is worth especially because the CD is just off.
