Bone Machine

Bone Machine

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The abnormal has become the norm for Tom Waits, so, once again, <i>Bone Machine</i> is laden with odd timbres, archaic acoustics, and raw vocals. This time, however, Waits has built his songs around a Harry Partch-inspired fascination with primitive percussion. With a crew of Northern California musicians along to add spare adornments, Waits fashions pretty, sentimental tunes ("A Little Rain," Whistle Down the Wind") and hellish stampedes of clanging metal and hoarse shouting ("Earth Died Screaming," "Let Me Get Up on It," the latter the 53-second distillation of <i>Bone Machine</i> quintessence-just Waits distorted bellowing and banging. <i>Bone Machine</i> is both appalling and appealing. There are elements to this album that seem designed to drive away the faint of heart, and then there are melodies that melt in your hand. <i>--Steve Stolder</i>