A second album of 1970s riffage from Glenn Hughes' 'eavy supermob.
The first was a ghastly glued-together assemblage of clichés and show-off playing; this one feels much more like a group searching for a sound together, even if the sound once belonged in a Venn diagram linking Led Zep, Deep Purple and Dio-era Sabbath. And it rocks most periodly. "Smokestack Woman"? "The Battle for Hadrian's Wall"? "Crossfire"? A Proustian madeleine among retrospections.