Someone's studied Bob's back pages rather too well...
Pete Quirk, the frontman of Seattle-based ‘post-folk’ trio The Cave Singers, who formed from the remnants of Pretty Girls Make Graves, knows how to do a mean Bob Dylan. He does the full range from syphilitic tramp sitting on a tumble dryer to bleating sheep in a haunted abattoir via brain injury victim trying to sing with ball bearings in his mouth. It’s a shame that Quirk’s quirky vibrato is so prominent as it ruins an album that otherwise sits somewhere between untroublesome and mildly enjoyable. The music owes a big debt to the freewheeling likes of Fred Neil (‘Shrine’ bears more than a passing resemblance to ‘Everybody’s Talkin’’) but, apart from the odd stormer (‘Townships’), this is a pointless museum piece.
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