Thursday, August 1 2002
It’s not the old “loud” Elvis for sure, but the rhythmic and lyrical twists of this year’s model still make for one very good CD that reveals more with each repeated listen.
[There's] little for the inhabitants to do, other than chill in the hot tub, smoke too much, and plot, scheme, and worry themselves to the point of paranoia.
Look again, and it opens up into a morass of narrative fractures.
Me Without You is a disquieting and stunningly accurate depiction of female friendship.
This self-satisfaction makes Full Frontal's gears grind.
Elling doesn't pretend to be more than it is, permitting no great epiphanies and no big-hug endings.
The idea that an individual, like Robin Hood, could stand up for the rights of the oppressed comes across as a pleasant fantasy, worthy of song and legend, but devoid of the means to stand up against state power.
Wednesday, July 31 2002
When Zevon drops the wise guy shtick, he often achieves the same enigmatic sweetness that seeped into Leonard Cohen’s music about 20 years ago.