Felder’s been in no rush to follow up his 1983 solo debut album, authoring tell-all Eagles memoir Heaven And Hell and witnessing the dissolution of his 29-year marriage in the interim. But now he’s committed a follow-up to wax, Don does a very good impression of a man who has been away from the ranch so long that he has forgotten how to rein any horses together.
Opener Fall From The Grace Of Love is daunting, its attempt to lay his heart on the line ground down by a dying, if not dead, dog of a song.
Neither expressive nor attractive, Felder’s worn rasp relentlessly hammers home hopelessly undistinguished odes to familiar subjects. Money, with its hammy air guitar on the range solo, a case in point. The search for redeeming points yields little: the undoubtedly well intentioned Heal Me merely raises a titter.
An album of wearily dogged craftsmanship – if this really is the Road To Forever, lets turn back and go the other way.
