The lyrical looseness of the nascent Zimmy returns on "Rollin' and Tumblin'," in which he confesses that "some young lazy slut has charmed away my brains." And although "Thunder on the Mountain" isn't especially thunderous, his boast that he's "sucked the milk out of a thousand cows" more than compensates. He's still got an apocalyptic bent, as he proves on "Ain't Talkin'." But throughout the likes of "Someday Baby," his vocals radiate lightness and fun despite the gravel that's collected at the bottom of his register.
Dylan's modesty makes overpraising him seem pointless. By refusing to be entrapped by his mythos, he makes it a lot easier to enjoy these Modern Times.
