looms large in 's legacy, providing the setting for perhaps his definitive song and the location for his definitive album, . The ideal blend of mythmaking and gritty reality, is the moment when turned into the towering , a haunted troubadour singing songs of crime, conflicted conscience, and jail. Surely, this dark outlaw stance wasn't a contrivance but it was an exaggeration, with creating this image by tailoring his set list to his audience of prisoners, filling up the set with tales of murder and imprisonment -- a bid for common ground with the convicts, but also a sly way to suggest that maybe really did shoot a man in Reno just to watch him die. Given the cloud of death that hangs over the songs on , there's a temptation to think of it as a gothic, gloomy affair or perhaps a repository of rage, but what's striking about 's performance is that he never romanticizes either the crime or the criminals: if anything, he underplays the seriousness with his matter-of-fact ballad delivery or how he throws out wry jokes. is relating to the prisoners and he's entertaining them too, singing like a bastard on the run, turning a death sentence into literal gallows humor on playing as if it were a badge of pride. Never before had his music seemed so vigorous as it does here, nor had he tied together his humor, gravity, and spirituality in one record. In every sense, it was a breakthrough, but more than that, is the quintessential album, the place where his legend burns bright and eternal. [This Expanded Edition of added three bonus tracks to the songs included in the original 16-track LP.] ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine