Seventy-year-old millionaires should not be allowed to make records (Bruce Springsteen is the exception to this rule). This album is an unnecessary mess and I say this as a person who has held a flame the Jethro Tull for many a decade. There is no bounce and there is no fizz. What we instead get is insipid banality. I think is meant to be worthy and cerebral but instead, it just comes across as really rather dull.