2026 press.
Bob Dylan turns up, plugs out, and casually reminds everyone he’s got one of the deepest songbooks ever written. No smoke, no studio tricks, just a band locked in behind him and songs that somehow sound even heavier stripped back. The voice is weathered, the delivery loose and lived in, and the crowd knows they’re watching something properly special. Less polished nostalgia, more legend taking a victory lap without making a fuss about it.
FFO: Neil Young, The Band, Johnny Cash, Van Morrison
