There might be too many albums from Dylan over there, but this one is another clear masterpiece. The last from his electric series, and perhaps the more accomplished. Everything is close to perfect, with a good balance between electric and folk, seriousness and some goofyness, the music is flawless, and the lyrics, I mean, it's Dylan. It's pretty long (a double album) but not boring a single second.
This was Dylan’s third album after going electric, and probably one of his best. He’d got the band that he’d been looking for and moved recording to Nashville, making good use of the studio ambience by removing the screens between musicians, adding to the live feel. Talking of the music, he’s a long way from his folk roots here, comfortably playing a mix of blues and rock whilst still being recognisably Dylan. The first track is a boozy stomp, hitting back at the critics who were still throwing metaphorical stones at him, but after that we get a blues number followed by the incomparable Visions of Johanna, the highlight of the album for me. This is Bob telling stories in ways that feel natural and honest, getting to heart of complex relationships and emotions with precisely the right words. You could listen to just this song a hundred times and still find something new in it each time.