Bruce SpringsteenWrecking Ball

Springsteen's angriest record opens with a fist in the air: "We Take Care of Our Own" sounds triumphant until you hear the bitter questions underneath. "Death to My Hometown" stomps on tin whistle and banjo while naming the bankers who wrecked families without firing a shot. The title track swells into a survivor's anthem behind one of Clarence Clemons' last sax takes. Celtic textures and choirs ride his gravelly roar toward catharsis. His loudest statement on a broken American promise.