Perhaps
Tom Waits
' most cohesive album,
Bone Machine
is a morbid, sinister nightmare, one that applied the quirks of his experimental '80s classics to stunningly evocative -- and often harrowing -- effect. In keeping with the title's grotesque image of the human body,
is obsessed with decay and mortality, the ease with which earthly existence can be destroyed. The arrangements are accordingly stripped of all excess flesh; the very few, often non-traditional instruments float in distinct separation over the clanking junkyard percussion that dominates the record. It's a chilling, primal sound made all the more otherworldly (or, perhaps, underworldly) by
Waits
' raspy falsetto and often-distorted roars and growls. Matching that evocative power is
' songwriting, which is arguably the most consistently focused it's ever been. Rich in strange and extraordinarily vivid imagery, many of
' tales and musings are spun against an imposing backdrop of apocalyptic natural fury, underlining the insignificance of his subjects and their universally impending doom. Death is seen as freedom for the spirit, an escape from the dread and suffering of life in this world -- which he paints as hellishly bleak, full of murder, suicide, and corruption. The chugging, oddly bouncy beats of the more uptempo numbers make them even more disturbing -- there's a detached nonchalance beneath the horrific visions. Even the narrator of the catchy, playful
"I Don't Wanna Grow Up"
seems hopeless in this context, but that song paves the way for the closer
"That Feel,"
an ode to the endurance of the human soul (with ultimate survivor
Keith Richards
on harmony vocals). The more upbeat ending hardly dispels the cloud of doom hanging over the rest of
, but it does give the listener a gentler escape from that terrifying sonic world. All of it adds up to
' most affecting and powerful recording, even if it isn't his most accessible. ~ Steve Huey