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Musically, the amazing arrangements sound like Kurt Weill meets Captain Beefheart meets a carnival barker meets a bottle of bourbon. As the album begins and moves from "Singapore" to "Clap Hands," you know that you are not dealing with a three-chords-and-a-cloud-of-dust performer. What is stunning after the album's first few songs, however, is how lyrical Waits becomes as the album goes on. For all the raucousness of some of the numbers, it is easily balanced by the beauty of songs like "Downtown Train," the gorgeous "Time," or the mournfully drunken "Blind Love." Waits employs a crack back up band, with significant guess appearances with performers like Keith Richards. The star back up musician is, however, Marc Ribot, who as he so often does provides stunningly original guitar lines that embellish every song upon which he appears.
Lyrically, Waits has never been better, turning out one superb line after another. Several of the songs read as more than decent poetry, and many individual lines pop out, such as (from "Time") "The things you can't remember tell the thing you can't forget" or, in the best line about being down, down and out I have heard, "When you're east of East St. Louis" (with apologies to East St. Louis). Or what about this great line from "Blind Love": "They say if you get far enough away/You'll be on your way back home.
... Read more ›Waits' style is a personal one, distinct and poetic, so trying to convince me he's got a best album is like trying to convice someone they like filet mignon more than grilled salmon! All his albums are great meals, so just because you're bound to prefer one to another doesn't mean your tastebuds are better than anyone else's -- the only way to know which you like best is to sample them for yourself.
Because if you like Blues and standard arrangements, try Heartattack and Vine or Blue Valentine. If you like softer stuff or jazz hipsterism, try Heart of Saturday Night or Nighthawks. And if you like it more deviant, try Swordfish or Bone Machine. Waits's got something for everyone.
And yet in answer to all the critics, if you want them all on one plate -- if you want pop and jazz, blues and acoustic, raveups and hoedowns, and lyrics you actually want to read like a book -- there's no way you can go wrong with Rain Dogs. I don't doubt this is the one album that would make ALL Waits fans' top 5.
From there, you're on your own. Because like all great experiences in life, one person's worst might just be your best.
I am admittedly a fan of the "middle" period of Waits' career. I find his early work interesting because it shows him trying to find his personal "voice"--a songwriting idiom that works for him. Waits began his career by writing mostly formulaic love songs with a blues edge or wistful melodies sung alone with solo-piano accompaniment. Then, with "Heartattack and Vine" and "Frank's Wild Years" Waits was beginning to find his voice. Here, he finally found it.
First of all, this album is most consistent in placing three of Waits' constant themes in almost every song: rain, whiskey, and trains. Almost any image you can conjure up featuring those three things is probably found in a Waits song somewhere. The songs on this album also display a variety of subject matter sometimes lacking on Waits albums. There are uptempo, upbeat songs, humorous short ditties that sound like nursery rhymes, and a lot of what Waits does best: songs with a catchy tempo or a hum-along chorus that you can hear over and over and then realize they're simultaneously the saddest and most haunting songs you've ever heard. Songs on this album which fit this description are "Rain Dogs", "Downtown Train" (shame on you if you thought that was a Rod Stewart original!), and "Hang Down Your Head".
Tom's next album, "Swordfishtrombones", comes close to the lyrical virtousity and perfect blend of musical skill and eccentricity displayed here.
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