Artist: Male solo artist
Career: recording since 1976
Language: English
Genre: Rock / Singer-songwriter
This is one funny record. And you can tell Zevon means every word of it.
Sometimes I think they should make all the aging rockstars write records about death. It’s the only thing that gets ‘em hard (har har). But among all of them, Zevon is probably the only one who can take on death and come out on top, a pyrrhic victory for sure, but still a victory. He’s one nasty piece of work.
Lyrically, if you know Zevon (or his reputation) and you’re familiar with the concept of death – it’s exactly what you expect, something bitter and pessimistic and hard as nails and defiant and sly and ultimately aware of man’s knack for screwing up humankind’s possibilities, but that doesn’t mean the possibilities don’t exist. Musically he’s enough of an artist to know the hardest message doesn’t need the most radical music – he writes some shining melodies here. Sure, some sound like his old melodies. ‘For my next trick I’ll need a volunteer’ is a compound of one of his own ‘70s melodies with a Springsteen song (one of his anthems, maybe you can tell me which one). But they’re not less enjoyable here.
Zevon was all there when he made this, no doubt about it.
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