Golf is a slow sport, filled with muted excitement and plaid pants from Rod Stewart's wardrobe. Someone must be listening to this album tho. The play-count on Spotify is through the roof. ...It's gotta be those golfers. The first song out of the gate is great, and by song number three, I'm searching for something that could give me the motivation to keep listening. This isn't a new phenomenon, all of his music seems to be like this. Similarly with Faces, another RS group, I thought "man, I should listen to this stuff more often" until I do and realize my time would be better spent screaming at my kids or watching golf. I'd like to think that RS is a rocker at heart, on par with Mick Jagger and Keith Moon but the energy he has just isn't sustainable and it slows down. Some people may refer to this as 'range'. I say, if you want range, go hit a bucket of balls with your plaid pants. This album barely registers as par.