Awful. This noodling feels like one step above Phish. Between the keyboard and saxophone jams I want to crash my truck. During the breakdown of Has My Fire Really Gone Out? I picture a bunch of Ridgid musicians on stage whose only movements are the head nods and smiles they give to each other while ever so slightly bouncing at the knees. If this is the kind of shit I will have to listen to, I absolutely will not make it through all 1001 albums.