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Sixteen years after his first album, Jandek sounds more confident in his playing, and his vocals are more up front, but his detuned/untuned acoustic guitar and depressed, stream-of-consciousness folk/blues songs remain at the core of his music... 'Rain in Madison' jumps out, a cracked blues-style story about... something ('you know you can't bring no electric devices out in the rain'). On 'Van Ness Mission', he turns up the echo full blast for a disturbing 'delic journey that continues on 'Anticipation' like a free-style Tav Falco goin' down slow. 'Nancy Knows' is an awkward but complex instrumental that clearly shows Jandek now moving his left hand around the neck of his guitar in a way very foreign to his early open-strum approach. I wonder if the tune is named for the same Nancy who sang on chair beside a window back in '82. 'Take My Will' is more early blues, Jandek-style... He pulls out his harmonica for a little dylan-squeal accompaniment on 'Plenty'. The cycles of nature are not often rapid; listen as one of nature’s strangest wonders continues to slowly 'progress'. -- Piero Scaruffi -- The History of Rock Music #4
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