The man just won't stop recording. And, unlike the guy who kept getting mistaken for, Rick is operating at high energy. He won't slow down. I don't think he can. But he's not aggro. His blood just courses with adrenalin and God and sex and love. Depression will do that to you.
He's 74 here. And this is the best he's sounded, popwise, in ages. Well, since Rocket Science. Which was just a couple years past.
It gets a bit mired in the electro-dance pop that Rick sometimes finds himself gravitating to.
The first half is a good RS record. The second half is a bit of a drag.
ASide: Exit Wound, She Walks With Angels, Automatic, We Are Eternal
BlindSide: Broke House, When God Forgets My Name, Heroes
DownSide: Fake It Til You Make It, Did I just Say That Out Loud?
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