A synth-driven Psychedelic Furs song might not seem like a great cover idea. But it was.

Remastered King Crimson-era demos find John Wetton working with Bill Bruford again.

You have to wonder what the reaction to this music would be, without the expectations.

Daltrey’s voice has appreciably aged, Townshend’s windmill has slowed. But they hold nothing back.

Frampton isn’t the superstar he once was, but his playing has never been better.

A standout track found on ‘Sounds That Can’t Be Made’ becomes a study in visceral contrasts.

Facing what seemed like a certain doom, Walter Trout pushed back – hard.

There’s almost nothing they can’t do, as this project so amply shows.

A sense of familial connection runs just as deep as this song’s darker complexities.

In which Hiatt admits everything about the wonders, and the terrors, of love.