Album No.2 with
Rick Rubin as producer, using the same musicians he'd used to revive
Johnny Cash's career, is almost perfect, let down only occasionally by a lyric not sitting as comfortable with the music as it could've been, given a little more effort. It's less concerned with being naked, and
Neil seems more at ease with the extra accompaniment. It almost succeeded in making him relevant again. I find it's best enjoyed with a glass of whisky, a dimmed light and a footstool.
Songs of Note:
Another Day (That Time Forgot);
Don't Go There
4 bites of the apple out of 5
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