Tom Petty said his new album was going to rock. And, it’s clear now, he meant it.

The Pink Floyd legend was clearly touched by the people, and poverty, of Buenos Aires.

Another twist from an artist who gets a thrill out of kicking down genre walls.

A song, just like a shot, can go awry. And in that blink of an eye, careers – maybe, lives – change.

The song unfolds as if the music is tracing behind the lyric rather than, say, the drums.

There’s little, if any, redeeming value to the message. And yet I can’t get the song out of my head.

He passed on way back in 1993, but the earth – no … the universe – still misses him.

As this song trumpets – quite literally – there ain’t nothing like a Rebirth groove.

The project doesn’t just pay tribute to Jeffrey Lee Pierce so much as expand his legacy.

Somewhere tucked away under all of that hipster modernity is a stone-cold blues lover.