REVIEWS
Bob Links

Review by Drew Kampion
Now he has us all the way back and the joint is jumpin' as the boys ratchet all dials to '11' and blast into "Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum," one of those ditties dissed as "doggerel" by the semi-sentient beings who review music (the same experts that still think that "Under The Red Sky" is a relatively worthless album when it is, in fact, one of the bard's most internally consistent apocalyptic epics) – a dissertation on the "disease of conceit" that's eaten the heart out of the present tense. T&T is mind-boggling – huge and mind-boggling – crashing like a giant wave into this cross-section of humanity hangin' out on the edge of a gorge in the middle of nowhere. It's a frenzy and a celebration of doom's sheer inertia and the exhilaration involved in getting anywhere, even there. Now Bob does the incredible: he clearly and agreeably introduces the band, giving most of ’em a little "ta-da!" on the keyboards in an atypical flourish that seems oddly extravagant. "Not Dark Yet" follows: stark, confessional, self-compassionate ... talking truth the way ... who else does? And finally "Summer Days," that rollicking tune that seems to celebrate all the good times while saying that the good times are, well, actually ... gone. Beautifully done and plenty of fun, but always with reality lurking just out of range. Exeunt stage left.
(Bob Links)

HIGHLIGHTS
Down along the cove
Girl of the North country