1.6 - I groaned the entire time I was listening to this awful record. I hate the constant use of unfunny spoken dialogue. I hate that they made the 2nd song a 12-minute epic slog. But the biggest offense was hearing Kevin Rowland complain on “…One of Those Things” that all modern rock “sounds the same.” That’s a bold statement coming on an album in which every song sounds like it could play either over the opening sequence or the end credits of the 1988 comedy “Big”, starring Tom Hanks. Here’s a band that should’ve known when to calm it quits, releasing a record that should’ve been drowned in a bathtub.