USA, 1993, experimental rock / dark cabaret
In some ways, this is like a lot of Waits’ other work, but in other ways, it’s completely different. It’s got all his grit, of course, but as far as I know Waits doesn’t have another operatic concept album like this. Also, this is the only time he strikes me as creepy (not throughout, just in spots). This album isn’t as highly regarded as his giant albums, but I think it’s worth anyone’s time to give it a close listen. It’ll make you wince until it goes down smooth and you’re craving more.