No, we haven’t added it to the Folk Show broadcast library, but I couldn’t resist sharing this exerpt from Michael Dare’s review (full text at http://dareland.blogspot.com/2009/10/worst-album-ever.html)
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There’s no blood on these tracks, just phlegm, buckets of phlegm, tangled up in sputum, you need shelter from the expectorant, Heimlich me in the morning, the idiot cough, if you see him, say gesundheit, he’s gonna make me grateful when he goes. The songs aren’t uplifting, imbued with subtle texture, but Leonard Cohen times Tom Waits divided by Josh Groban. Dylan finally proves to the world that he can sing worse than ANYBODY, just try to sing worse than this, I dare you.
And all those people who think they can do a Dylan impersonation? Like Elvis impersonators, they’ve now got to decide between the early Dylan who couldn’t sing or the older, degraded Dylan who REALLY can’t sing. Good luck with it and don’t hurt yourself.
Most importantly, this album is going to have a profound effect upon the war on terror. If al Qaeda wants statements from American soldiers they’ve captured in Afghanistan, all they have to do is play Dylan’s Christmas album over and over and the troops will be begging to confess to the fact Dick Cheney was behind 9/11.
