Quiet Bubble is working—I promise!—on a few lovely, long postings for later in the week, so today will be light. Stephen Metcalf takes on Bruce Springsteen’s Devils & Dust. The essay makes me mad—how many times do we have to say that Jon Landau is not the Boss’s Svengali?!—but it’s worth reading. Sasha Frere-Jones doesn’t think as much of the record as I do. I buy neither Frere-Jones’s conception of what pop is best at nor his idea about the purpose of short stories, but he still voices some of the misgivings I’ve got. David Fricke over at Rolling Stone gives the album a whole lotta love. (Big surprise—Rolling Stone would give the Boss a quick roll in the hay if he’d let ’em.) As is always the case, PopMatters provides the sanest take, though the Onion’s A.V. Club gives a strong, nuanced review as well. Collect ’em all.
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