Editor's note: the booming bass of Dylan Thomas' voice is as omnipresent in the poetry world as the voice of poetry is mostly silent in the real world. It's relegated to the circles of intellectuals, professors and dandies and this isn't always a prudent tact since some is rather relevant to time and place. Thomas fits perfectly with the moderns and bridges the giant gap between his contemporaries and the post-modernists and the end of classical writing in the genre. Now, everybody is a comedian and confessional in the worst possible way: cutesy and boring. Imagine Bukowski in a clown suit dancing a jig and everybody in the crowd whooping it up because they think that Allen Ginsberg is in their midst and entertaining them. Yeah, it's that bad. This album, however, is a rememberance of good poetry. Remind me to post more in the coming new year.
I came across this record on a few blogs and managed to track down some audio from WFMU's site. I would love to hear more from this honky-tonkin' caterwaulin' queen. Listen to the tracks below and I think you will too!