I’ve been listening to this album all bloody day, on repeat. It’s very much in the vein of his last albums and I just love it.
I really wonder if Trower and Billy Gibbons will ever have time to record anything together.
As things stand, Trower is becoming that other son from the same mother.
Critics have complained that it’s a middle-of-the-road album.
No, it ain’t. It’s Trower with a fat, lush tone, old enough not to give a f*ck.
Absolutely my cup of tea.