It’s as if you are listening to man lose his mind, his reality warping and shifting album after album, growing darker, grittier, and kookier. Over an almost forty year span, the evolution of Waits’ voice is fucking insane, it becomes grittier and raspier with every album, it’s as if in the breaks between recording he had been consuming glass and stones. The instrumentation too grows more grotesque and experimental over the course of his career morphing from a jazzy, bluesy sound into something wholly abnormal, perhaps most exemplified by 1985’s ‘Rain Dogs’.