Album No.2 with Rick Rubin as producer, using the same musicians he used to revive Johnny Cash's career. This one is almost perfect, let down only occasionally by a lyric not sitting as comfortable with the music as it could have 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.