Avondale wrote:
What's not to like about it?
How about Ferry's version being stuck in a musical no man's land between faithful reading and radical re-interpretation?
The irony of Dylan's original is that the world-weary howl, and lyric recalling long-lost friendships, was sung by a young man barely into his twenties at the time of its release, in 1963.
Bryan Ferry is 66. Here is one Dylan song that would actually
benefit from his trademark ennui. Instead, he tiptoes around the heart of the lyric with a slightly asthmatic vocal, while the rhythm section hints tentatively at jauntiness but never quite gets there. It at once goes too far, and yet not far enough.
I'm not quite sure of the point of this cover, but, whatever it is, it's a missed opportunity to do something interesting with a great song. With a lifetime of experiences behind him, Ferry could have made this tune his own. Instead, he presents us with that most awful of musical platters: product.