This album keeps the misery of the blues without any of the accompanying spark. Everything is over-played, probably to hide the lack of much else. The riffs seem endless, and not in a good way. Just because you CAN play it doesn’t mean you SHOULD. Turgid.
By default I should despise this type of music. Middle class white men whingeing. My prejudices haven't changed much after listening to it. I didn't know the Glyn Johns connection. This still doesn't rescue it. You need some Roll with your Rock. This album lacks any rhythm. I felt like I was listening to the soundcheck for a ropey pub covers band.