This album disappointed me. I thought it was going to be this earth-shatteringly good thing, but instead it was simply okay, with somewhat okay lyrics with high-points at “A House is Not a Motel,” and “The Red Telephone” and cool guitar work on “Your Mind and We Belong Together,” and “Alone Again Or,” but that’s about it. Maybe it will grow on me as I listen to it more. We’ll see.
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