Felder’s been in no rush to follow up his 1983 solo debut album, authoring tell-all Eagles memoir Heaven And Hell and witnessing the dissolution of his 29-year marriage in the interim. But now he’s committed a follow-up to wax, Don does a very good impression of a man who has been away from the ranch so long that he has forgotten how to rein any horses together.
Don Felder: Road To Forever
Acrimonously axed Eagle’s second solo album.
Opener Fall From The Grace Of Love is daunting, its attempt to lay his heart on the line ground down by a dying, if not dead, dog of a song.
Neither expressive nor attractive, Felder’s worn rasp relentlessly hammers home hopelessly undistinguished odes to familiar subjects. Money, with its hammy air guitar on the range solo, a case in point. The search for redeeming points yields little: the undoubtedly well intentioned Heal Me merely raises a titter.
An album of wearily dogged craftsmanship – if this really is the Road To Forever, lets turn back and go the other way.