I’m old, therefore I can recall a time when the Red Hot chili Peppers were the most exciting band on earth. “Mother’s Milk” sounded like nothing I had heard before and to these young ears it was the sound of musical templates being upturned and ignored. Somewhere along the way, as they have become a stadium act, they have lost that revolutionary sass and become a bland purveyor of safe pop rock. This album does them no favours in that it feels like it was created in a test tube with a formulaic approach to dance rock. Everything is based on a template and there is no feel of any of the urgency or fun that made them so alluring at the start of their career.