Robertson takes us backwards and forward on his musical journey.
There was something just so 'tired' about this album. I don't know whether it's that "rock" music is ultimately just less interesting than either its advocates or heroes would have us believe, or maybe it's just that the 'post-beatnik' lyrics just sound so 'given out.' In either event, someone who has written good songs and performed good music in the past seems to have hit a dry patch and then gone and told us about it, whether by word or by deed. Not sure. Not sure that I care either.
I expect a lot from a song writer with the talents of the main tune crafter of the BAND unfortunately this falls far short. Once a great wordsmith (The Weight, The Night they Drove Old Dixie Down, Arcadian Driftwood, Stage Fright) Robbie now makes use of excessive cliches on a tonal wash of sound.
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