I love Mr. Big. In the autumn days of my love affair with eighties rock they were my constant companion. “Lean Into It” had squatters rights on my personal stereo. Put simply, I was obsessed and I can still recite the lyrics to ‘Green-Tinted Sixties Mind’ like some form of pray. In the intervening years my musical carnal needs have been satisfied in other back alleys but I have always ensured I checked in with my past love. However, this is dreadful. It is a hazy ill-conceived echo of a once great band. The songwriting is lazy and derivative, and it screams creative bankruptcy. Every song is a empty vessel lacking in structure or emotional resonance. Most of all it hurts. It hurts to see a band I once held in such high esteem reduced to such irreverent drivel.