Wednesday 28 June 2006

Bob Dylan. Cardiff, Wales.

Who could ask for more? A band and a sound that wouldn't be out of place in a David Lynch film - twangy bass guitar on lice.
My jaw dropped three times at soundscapes of lovely ugliness, and an utterly transcendental 'Watchtower' of Shamanic proportions temporarily disfigured my reality monitor. I kid yee not.
Thank you.

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