A new album from Bryan Ferry? in 2002? On “Frantic,” the sheen on Ferry’s croon has cracked a bit — with age, or disuse, or pain, I don’t know. But it’s becoming. The perfection of his “Avalon”-style gloss was seductive but barren — a sort of vocal embalming had taken place. Here he sounds battered, but alive and kicking back, with a mixture of Dylan covers, dance numbers and old Roxy Music-style extravaganzas. I think it’s his best work since “Siren.”
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