It has been eight years since they expected a new album by Tom Petty or more removed we thought was playing guitar for Johnny Cash. And then he gathered his followers Heartbreakers (including Mike Campbell on guitar and Benmont Tench on keys) for a new lap.
But Mojo is far from being a tired old timers meeting for early retirement. You can find all the juice and zest of a band is knowing by heart. Tom has lost none of his verve and the twelfth album is probably one of his best. Blues pure juice of Americana at once tender and muscular, strong and curved, we refile the best view there is about the endless landscape of American fantasy.
Both traditional and contemporary, this Mojo up to the height of the last Dylan. With scratches (Jefferson Jericho Blues, "" Candy "...) and walks to fall steeply (" The trip to Pirate's Cove, "" Something good coming ... "), guitar solos to wake the dead, rhythms of an astonishing precision ... Nothing here is stale or paunchy. Tom found his voice and his inimitable style (though there are many tried) to cut an album for eternity.
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