There is a healthy crop of moody atmosphere on the album on songs like "Love Keeps Hanging On," "Vivian Prince," and "Goodbye Goodbye," with David Gilmour lending his licks to some tracks. The opening track, "Passion of Love," sounds like Them, before Van Morrison had evolved into a songwriting legend. And if the album is a pleasant memory, it's not exactly fresh, either. "Everlasting Flame" sounds like a bad cover of "Classical Gas" with accompaniment by a broken musical box. And the inexplicable "Pure Stone Cold" is something Syd Barret would probably have called self-indulgent and rambling. But their goals are modest, and their hearts are in the right place. As Mark St. John says in the liner notes, "This is just the best album I have ever heard from a band of middle-aged men." If that's what they were shooting for, they didn't do half bad.