I never thought that I would find myself criticizing Bob Dylan’s music, but here I am. Dylan’s new Christmas album, “Christmas in the heart,” is simply horrendous. He sounds like the old rusted bugle that’s been sitting in your basement for just too long. At least we know he is not using Auto-Tune. One blogger at sctime.com puts it like this:
Hi, my name is Karl and I own a pug.
To be a pug owner is to understand the meaning of “pug ugly.”
For my family, it means that something is so ugly it’s cute. And that’s sort of how I describe Bob Dylan’s Christmas album, “Christmas in the Heart.”
It’s so bad it’s good.
In fact, I don’t know how Dylan could record a single song on it and keep a straight face — at least he had me smiling from start to finish. It’s like straight schtick comedy.
For example, hearing Dylan’s weathered and nasally voice singing “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” is just so wrong you can’t help but crack up.
I’m sure by now you get the idea.
I had wanted to say, “If you buy one Christmas album this year make it ‘Christmas in the Heart,’” but I can’t. In fact, it’s probably only a must-own disc for the die-hard Dylan fanatics.
But that’s the beauty of the download generation within which we live; you don’t have to buy the whole disc. If you choose to go that route, the songs to grab include “Must Be Santa” and “Here Comes Santa Claus.”
If you want more, pick up “Christmas Blues” and “Little Drummer Boy” followed by “Silver Bells” and “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.”
I think that sums it up pretty well. I did slightly like the song “Must be Santa Claus.” Except for Dylan barely sings in it.
I guess Bob Dylan is still the ultimate song and dance man. He just needs to focus more on the dancing.
