By Steven Mirkin
Updated March 29, 1996 at 05:00 AM EST

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.