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Jakob Dylan
Seeing Things

Columbia (2009) Sean K.

Jakob Dylan – Seeing Things cover artwork
Jakob Dylan – Seeing Things — Columbia, 2009

I tried to listen to this one with an open mind. I know The Wallflowers never did anything for me. And Bob Dylan? Listening to his vocals is like having all your hair pulled out with pliers. I do have to admit that the musicianship is solid throughout on this release. But nothing here piqued my interest. "I Told You I Couldn't Stop" is one of the song titles. This is unfortunate for anyone who has to listen to this more than once. Rick Rubin is just cashing a paycheck here - no Neil Diamond make-over on this turkey.

2.0 / 10Sean K. • October 6, 2009

Jakob Dylan – Seeing Things cover artwork
Jakob Dylan – Seeing Things — Columbia, 2009

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