Mastered from the original master tapes and limited to 3,000 numbered copies, our hybrid SACD reveals the you-are-there immediacy of Dylan's production and the colorful textures inherent to every passage. Experienced on this audiophile version, the songs possess a sense of swing and naturalism so sure-footed that they seem to float, with Dylan and his crack ensemble setting up as a live band taking down the house in a deep-in-the-woods Louisiana shotgun shack. Prized aural traits such as presence, imaging, separation, and soundstaging depth don't come better. This is the very definition of sonic chemistry.
Indeed, Dylan's virtuosic cast that rides in akin to a pack of Old West horsemen â€“ Texas guitar whiz Charlie Sexton, drummer David Kemper, bassist Tony Garnier, multi-instrumentalist Larry Campbell, and keyboardist Augie Meyers â€“ emerges with detailing, scaling, and tonality so realistic, it's scary. Various imperfections â€“ stray notes, errant chords that Dylan valued to suit the overall atmosphere â€“ further become enmeshed with the entire tapestry. Surpassing even the emotionally engaging experiences provided by the rare, long-out-of-print 2003 Sony SACD, our numbered-edition reissue brings you as close to the music as possible. And Love and Theft is one album for which you should settle for nothing less.
Drawing from roots-based styles that always inspired him â€“ including blues, vaudeville, country, jazz, swing, and folk â€“ Dylan turns in a masterwork that references the past without reverentially giving into it. Hence, each composition is vital, contemporary, timeless, and, ultimately, classic. As esteemed critic Greg Kot observed in his salient review of the Grammy-winning effort for the Chicago Tribune: "This is a tour of American music â€“ jump blues, slow blues, rockabilly, Tin Pan Alley ballads, country swing â€“ that evokes the sprawl, fatalism and subversive humor of Dylan's sacred text, Harry Smith's Anthology of American Folk Music, the pre-rock voicings of Hank Williams, Charley Patton and Johnny Ray, among others, and the ultra-dry humor of Groucho Marx."
Similarly, the scope of the record â€“ along with its mysteries, riddles, and fantasies â€“ wasn't lost on Rolling Stone scribe Rob Sheffield, who mused: "The music evokes an America of masquerade and striptease, a world of seedy old-time gin palaces, fast cash, poison whiskey, guilty strangers trying not to make eye contact, pickpockets slapping out-of-towners on the back. Love and Theft comes on as a musical autobiography that also sounds like a casual, almost accidental history of the country. Relaxed, magisterial, utterly confident in every musical idiom he touches, Dylan sings all twelve songs in a voice that sounds older than he is, a grizzled con man croaking biblical blues and Tin Pan Alley valentines out of the side of his mouth while keeping one eye on the exit."
Throughout, subtle changes in keys, tempos, and approaches adapt to the specific feel of each song â€“ many of which were performed in the studio after Dylan played everyone vintage recordings by the likes of a Billie Holiday or Jimmy Rushing to establish the mood and manner he desired. The collective went from there. The resultant arrangements fit the lyrics to a proverbial "t." Consider the apocalyptic nature of the symbolic "High Water (for Charley Patton)," which doubles as a mini-history of the U.S.' racial strife as well as a metaphor for contemporary problems. Or the deceptive ease of the crooned ballad "Bye and Bye" that hides a clever kiss-off. Every song, every note matters. And whether via the swing of "Summer Days" (pregnant with a destructive ending), galloping death trip of "Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum," or desperate slide of "Honest with Me," Dylan and company turn each track into a powerful commentary on power, folklore, and myths.
"Things should start to get interesting right about now," Dylan sings in his trademark rasp on "Mississippi," the line doubling as an apt metaphor for every second of Love and Theft â€“ one of the greatest records of our time.