Fallen Angels, Bob Dylan's thirty-seventh studio album slinks into the room with understated, but supremely pleasant pedal steel, guitar and strings. The atmosphere is unchanged from 2015's Shadows In The Night, with the same dimly lit Americana lounge feel guiding this effort along. And like last year's record, the result is a beautifully relaxing but reflective jaunt through the Great American Songbook.

Recorded at the same time as Shadows In The Night, Fallen Angels is also almost entirely comprised of classic American songs once sung by Frank Sinatra (the exception on this record being 'Skylark,' which was perhaps most famously performed by Bing Crosby). The concept did not win some people over the first time around and those skeptics are unlikely to be wooed with Fallen Angels. Dylan's sandpapery voice certainly is nothing like Sinatra's inimitable voice and that criticism will stand for any who held it last year.

But the fact of the matter is that Dylan's voice is extremely capable of conveying the emotional nuances that Sinatra was famous for, albeit in a different way. For instance, with the album's first track, 'Young At Heart,' the almost 75-year-old Dylan is substantially older than the then 38-year-old Sinatra was when he recorded the song in 1953. As such, when Dylan muses with an aged sentimentality upon the magic of being young, it carries a powerful emotional resonance.

The entire album feels like a beautiful sigh; the type of sigh one would let out after a slow dance under the moon with a lover. The gorgeously melancholy instrumentation--performed with textbook expertise by Dylan's incredible backing band--has a way of lightly working the heartstrings around Dylan's surprisingly dreamy voice. Perhaps "dreamy" isn't the perfect word for his crooning pipes, but there is a certain airy charm to it that proves the man can still sing when he wants to do it.

Fallen Angels is cast in a wistful glow that is hard to resist. It isn't the jazzy dirge of Bowie's Blackstar, but one can feel that old age and mortality is nagging at Dylan. After spending a lifetime as a forward thinker, Dylan has granted himself the opportunity to look back and, in typical fashion for the enigmatic singer-songwriter, appropriate the words of others to fit his feelings better than they ever fit anyone else's. It is hard not to put a hand under your chin, sigh and enjoy.