[Browne] writes and sings untiringly and without restraint about all the broken promises, the canceled appointments, the quintessential assumptions that have fallen through—all the pathetic kinks in the human condition.
It's been four albums and a lot of arid miles since the 28-year-old Browne first took a bow "Under the Falling Sky" on his debut Jackson Browne "waterbag" lp. More than ever, the leading songwriter of the '70s sounds like he could use a cool drink and some companionship—but is this the sort of person you'd want as a friend? Born in Germany and bruised in Greenwich Village circa '67, the brilliant balladeer is passing the last remnants of his 20s in Los Angeles, one of the richest, most class-, status- and self-conscious cities in the world. Also one of the most disposable. It is in this No Deposit/No Return atmosphere that he continues to rage against the creeping, crippling lethargy it breeds, simultaneously devouring and disdaining all the free time he apparently has to scrutinize emotions and exhaust ideas….
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