You can’t say anything about Dylan that hasn’t already been said. (Go ahead and try sometime!) But this album looms large in his storied catalog, and not just because it came out on 9/11. Sure, “Lonesome Day Blues” and “High Water (for Charley Patton)” were spooky-prescient meditations on autumn 2001’s au courant themes of apocalypse and loss, though the swing-rockin’ “Summer Days” and the lascivious stomp of “Cry a While” showed that Dylan wasn’t through giving pleasure or cracking wise, either (“Last night ’cross the alley / There was a pounding on the walls / It must have been Don Pasquale makin’ a two a.m. booty call”). Add to the package his best backing band in decades, and it’s all over but the debate with your boomer parents about whether this achievement equals Blonde on Blonde.