Take this album's instructions to heart: Listen to Bob Dylan. Not to this two-CD collection of misguided covers. Bob Dylan is a genius. These folks are musically impaired. They over-emote, over-sing, over-play, over-produce and over-suck. They didn't intend to ruin the catalog of one of the 20th century's finest songwriters, but nonetheless they did. It's hard to pinpoint the worst moment, but top candidates include: Anberlin "rocking out" "Like a Rolling Stone" into an antiperspirant ad; Kisschasy determinedly working "She Belongs to Me" into an unexplained emotional frenzy by the second verse; and Roark's "Mr. Tambourine Man," which swoons from slick pop into a slowdown at the song's midway point (when the singer has an emotional breakdown). Dude, life will go on even if no one bangs a tambourine for you. Politely put, this collection is a crime against humanity.
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