Shot of Love is the twenty-first studio album by American singer-songwriter Bob Dylan, released in August 1981 by Columbia Records. It is considered to be Dylan's last of a trilogy of Christian albums. It was his first since becoming a born-again Christian to focus on secular themes, including love songs and an ode to comedian Lenny Bruce. Arrangements are rooted more in rock'n'roll, and less in gospel than Dylan's previous two albums.
At the time of its release, Shot of Love received mixed reviews; Paul Nelson of Rolling Stone critcised the album, though he did single out the last track "Every Grain of Sand," as a stand-out. Shot of Love, while reaching UK #6, continued Dylan's US commercial decline, reaching #33 during a brief chart stay. Bono of Irish band U2 described Shot of Love as one of his favourites, particularly due to Dylan's singing ability.
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