This legendary concert is as much historical document as it is live album. It captures Bob Dylan at the height of his controversial transformation from acoustic folk hero to electric prophet, complete with the infamous "Judas!" heckle from the crowd. The first half, just Dylan and his acoustic guitar, is stark and poetic, full of the pointed lyricism that made him a household name. Tracks like Visions of Johanna and It's All Over Now, Baby Blue have a haunting, brittle quality, and the stripped-down delivery lets the language shine. But it’s also quite dry in places, with long, winding verses that require your full attention — and patience. The second half, backed by The Hawks (who’d later become The Band), is where things get noisy — both musically and atmospherically. The electric set roars to life with Tell Me, Momma and Like a Rolling Stone, but not every song hits. Some feel bloated or dragged down by the tense energy in the room, as if Dylan’s defiance to go electric has him playing at the audience rather than for them. There's brilliance here, no doubt, but also a sense of exhaustion — from both the performer and the crowd. It’s a fascinating concert, and for fans of Dylan or rock history, essential listening. But musically? It’s uneven. The tension that gives it mythic status is also what makes it a slightly uncomfortable listen. Revered, yes. Enjoyable all the way through? That depends how much you love mid-song mumbling, feedback, and awkward applause.