Like a post-disaster nightmare, Trampoline comes at you in oblique, disjointed snatches: woozy and haunted, with slow-motion replays and muffled violence. The hallucinatory quality carries over to the music. Joe Henry's laconic country rock is laced with unexpected sounds like the fune-real harmonium and distorted percussion of ''Medicine.'' A searingly honest and compelling album.


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