Warm Beer And Cold Women

... Tom Waits sang once on an old 70's live recording ... "I just do not fit in." Anno 1985 a sudden, after he had thrown to the previous album "Swordfishtrombones" all principles of modern jazz / pop music overboard and had thus invented his very own style of music, even got the next gem: "Rain Dogs" is a brilliant opus describes the life of failed existences, precisely observed in 19 individual stories and processed hochlyrisch. These Waits' melancholy Rauchhaus-voice, which will push the listener of pop boy bands with their appearance before any fresh oiled bodies in front of the head as occasional beer drinkers a bottle of whiskey. After just the Waits sounds or as if he had downed them what the pieces imposed its typical charm: you can hardly accuse another singer to have a similar modulation capable voice.
Hörtipps unfortunately I can not give: of "Singapore" to "Anywhere I Lay My Head" is all consistently grandiose musical fare, unusual, but after some time absolutely addictive. Who Tom Waits been missed as a musician or an avid music listener, should be summarily involved with this album in a slightly different listening experience.