Review: Bob Dylan Tempest

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With no relation to Shakespeare’s final play The Tempest, Bob Dylan’s 35th album Tempest is giving fellow 70-something Leonard Cohen a run for his money for best record penned by an old guy. There’s no denying that Tempest is Dylan’s darkest piece yet, and for a man of god, he plays a damn good devil.

“Pay in Blood,” Tempest’s most menacing track, has Dylan singing ominously against an up-tempo guitar and piano: “The more I take the more I give/ The more I die the more I live… I’ll pay in blood, but not my own.” The first single, “Soon After Midnight,” paints the wickedly sweet endings of harlots, with lyrics that at first seem lovey-dovey but then turn almost into the words of a maniac à la Jack the Ripper. Is the song meant to entice women to think it’s an alluring piece of music? Listening to the track throws one’s mind into a tailspin, attempting to crack whether Dylan is playing the role of the pied piper or the sweet old man who catcalls you next door.

Read the rest of my review on Playboy.com

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