Eagles
The Eagles' first album in three years has engendered almost as much anticipation as Apocalypse Now—even if it isn't worth quite as much critical debate. Though there's nary a trace of their tumbleweed roots, the boys are still documenting life in the L.A. medium-fast lane, backed by state-of-the-studio soft rock. The best instrument on the LP is Don Henley's evocative voice—enjoyably ominous on the mocking Disco Strangler ("Rome is falling, but you don't care") or bittersweet in the whatever-happened-to-the-'60s lament Sad Cafe. If a couple of songs—notably I Can't Tell You Why and Teenage Jail—sound formulaic, there's compensation in lines like "his Jacuzzi runneth over" (about a Hollywood stud) or the fraternity put-down The Greeks Don't Want No Freaks. The best cut, though, is a hand-clapping rocker, Heartache Tonight. The boys aren't an endangered species yet.
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