Shamelessly grasping for the no-frills pub rock crunch of the 70's, this does achieve what it set out to. Specifically, the Crowes sound right like The Faces, right down to that Rod Steward scour, and they do nary a damned thing to overreach and betray their gritty cred, taking about zero chances.
Chances are for fancy art rockers and we are not that.
The band takes the retro thing too far, doing too little to update the sound, and far too little to differentiate itself from itself, leaving you unable to tell one verse on a one-verse-too-long song from another 2.5/5
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