What more can be said about that enlightened madman Waits?
This time he stripped everything down, put the piano away in the basement, stripped the songs to the bone, retrieved old mono microphones, dirtied the arrangements as much as possible, in short, old Tom rolled up his sleeves and created from mud, sweat, and tears a record that will leave many followers behind.
"Real Gone" is a desperately "blues" record in the most raw sense of the term and at the same time, I dare say profoundly "soul" in the true sense of the (black) soul that he manages to infuse in every track. An innovative album in its simplicity (forget about low-fi!) that never tires me and makes me say with every listen: Devilish Tom, how on earth will you outdo yourself now?
"The fucking grooves man was the bard of the desperate, the clown of crowded streets, the theatrical poet."
"Real Gone is… the second album from which I suck the marrow without delay. And I devour it, in the usual frenzy of loves feared to end soon."
Real Gone is a masterpiece.
I will listen to it until I make myself sick, until I reach exasperation... Because beauty must be lived to the spasm.
REAL GONE represents, however, yet another proof that Waits, when he wants to, knows how to make music.
Everything that the art of the note, since the time of the monks of the Middle Ages, has created and developed is found in that track.