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There are stories about life in societal twilight, about awakening moments through a worn-out Bob Dylan single, about the sea and love. A piece by Tom Waits must not be missing either.
The album didn't necessarily convince me the first time. Maybe because the intention behind it, to create this melancholic mood and time travel, is too obvious. It's even written on the back of the booklet. On one hand, it's honest to say, I felt like doing this. On the other hand, a magician doesn't announce that he will pull a rabbit out of a hat. Unless, of course, he pulls out a sawn-in-half virgin instead. But I digress.
You have to engage with this CD and its basic idea to overlook the fact that you're getting a hefty dose of pathos. With a wheezy voice. Could he sing cleanly if he wanted to? Is that just put on? And then lyrics about characters like from novels. Praying to the gods of rock 'n' roll. KISS? No, Robert Zimmermann. I can't fully buy into John Allen. But enough to go along with it. There are also a few really beautiful lines in there. I've sometimes plucked just one guitar string to let that one naked tone completely resonate and see if there's any blues in it. I like that, this reduction, and anyone who is currently looking alone into the night and pondering might also find something in this album.
