Wherein Bob Dylan takes the bassist from the Clash and the guitarist from Cream and a bunch of other names that you might or might not recognize and reduces them to any amateur blues band made up of dads trying hard to prove to themselves that they’re still fertile. The bass vocal interval anchoring “Sally Sue Brown” are both the most memorable and worst part about it; “Death Is Not the End” is extremely lugubrious; “Ninety Miles an Hour (Down a Dead End Street)” is texture in search of melody, and there is not a single groove to be found on an album titled “Down in the Groove,” so I’m not down for any of it.
On the one hand, the songs are blissfully shorter than they were on Saved, but on the other hand, none of the songs (with the exception of “Death is Not the End”) are given time to make impact. His second worst album.
The worst part of the album is that Bob Dylan was clearly trying to make a children’s album of sorts, what, with “Wiggle Wiggle,” “2 x 2” and “Cat in the Well,” and then clearly forgot, when he gave it a serious name and threw that album cover on top.