Having a 10-year gap between releases could be career suicide for some artists. However, for a notoriously fussy studio diddler like Lindsey Buckingham, taking a decade to make an album is simply business as usual. Evidently, he's having a frightful time finding musicians who can play to his high standard since Fleetwood Mac split, so he recorded all the parts himself except for the album's two best tracks, on which he reunites with old pals Mick Fleetwood and John McVie. Unfortunately, all the intricately picked little guitar figures don't make his raspy yelping sound any less like a wet cat stuck under a couch. But the songs are so dull that even if he'd convinced Stevie Nicks to sing them, she couldn't have saved this album.