Such an expression of madness and pain that eventually comes to a dying close, it is as delicately enduring in its pretty sadness as a rose bending in the rain. Using a wide range of instrumentation, Waits captures the essence of the bad side of town, painting images of seedy hotels, filthy streets, killers, kings, corpses and clowns manifesting as monsters in the city steam.
The music and lyrics meld into vivid poetry, bringing all of the artist’s eccentric visions of heroes, degenerates and sad-luck dames to life. It is a journey through the nightmares of existence and the chill of death’s sweet embrace. Lyrically, musically, vocally: This is what true experimentation and creativity is about.
It’s always been one of my favorite albums. Rain Dogs changed my view on life and how I view the stages of it: love, pain, joy, sorrow, sanity, insanity, death. It makes it all look like a true work of art–both beautiful and tragic–by mirroring its own singular spirit.