USA, 1965, folk rock / singer-songwriter / contemporary folk
Bob Dylan – Bringing It All Back Home: The lyrics are all over the place, exemplified by the first (and probably most famous) track on this album. It’s kind of a jumbled mess, but in a charming way–but not the powerful snapshots of Dylan’s genius brain like on “A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall”. For me, the most powerful statement on this album isn’t the call to follow the Tambourine Man but rather Dylan’s scathing criticism of the materialistic, war-mongering, hypocritical society he saw all around him expressed on “It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)”. This is where his lyricism shines, the intense, monotone vocal delivery matching the grim imagery. Is anything sacred anymore? Nothing was back then. What about now?