Review Summary: this album rules
Blonde On Blonde is not only Dylan's greatest album, it is the apex of popular music, channeling the greatest of blues, folk, & country lineage, thus culminating into a magnificent brew of American music. This is one of the finest recordings ever by anybody, ranking #9 on Rolling Stone's list of the 500 Greatest Albums Of All Time.
Bob Dylan was America's response to The Beatles, and in all honesty, the only musical figure who can compare to the Fab Four. Dylan is arguably the greatest songwriter of all time, and this album, released in 1966, is his lyrics at their most surreal and ambiguous.
Blonde On Blonde is the last of the so-called Electric Trilogy, the first being Bringing It All Back Home, and second being Highway 61 Revisited, both garnished in critical acclaim were churned out in rapid sucession in the year of 1965. Most thought that Highway 61 with the anthematic Like A Rolling Stone, was Dylan's peak, however, with Blonde On Blonde, Dylan finally climaxed with such sonic orgasmic force, he broke down all barriers in music forever.
The dent he made in popular music was so severe, not even everyone's critical darling that is the Beatles Sgt. Pepper's would have been conceived. This album is the ideal Dylan record, a sprawling epic masterpiece loaded with acoustic jangling guitar chords intertwined in dew drop webs of organ synth weaving along with a simplistic bass line, all while Dylan, in his elegantly repugnant nasal sarcasm speaks words of a prophecy.
That wild, thin mercury sound is how Dylan himself described the sound on this album, and no other description could fit better. It opens with the Salvation Army salvo of Rainy Day Women # 12 & 35, and ends with Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands, the lengthy ode to Dylan's wife, Sara. Everything in between is sheer genious. It may not have the one spectral stand alone song that Highway 61 or the Freewheelin' Bob Dylan offered, but the album itself is a piece of art, a brilliant artifact, it's whole is better than the parts, much like the Stone's Exile On Main Street.
THIS ALBUM FUCKING ROCKS. SUCK MY COCK IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT.
