Tusk is one of those albums where ambition sort of outpaces enjoyment. It’s certainly bold there’s a lot of experimentation, a big budget, and a band clearly trying not to make Rumours again. But for me, that ends up being more interesting on paper than it is through the speakers. A lot of it just feels... flat. Not bad, but not gripping either. Lindsey Buckingham’s attempts to push the band into weirder territory are admirable in theory, but a few too many of the tracks wander into clunky, jagged spaces without a big payoff. Christine McVie’s songs are often the warmest, and Stevie Nicks adds her usual magic here and there, but even they seem like they’re holding back compared to past glories. I wouldn’t say it’s a bad album just a frustrating one. It’s like being promised a wild party and turning up to find people rearranging furniture in silence. Some moments shine, but too often, it plods.