I suppose when you have an artist with such a multitude of albums as Neil Young does, you're obviously going to have some misfires along the way. And this is one of them.
This album is mainly composed of soft electric guitar intermingled with a distant bluesy influence. The result is a flat, lifeless sound indicative of The Drifters having a bad day at work.
"Quit (Don't Say You Love Me)", "When I Hold You In My Arms" and "She's a Healer" are as shallow as their titles depict, while "You're My Girl", is just too corny - it just doesn't feel like Neil Young. For an album that's largely based on family and friends, "Let's Roll" (which presumably was inspired by the aftermath of 9/11 back then) is incongruent at best. Its lyrics wage war without the political intrigue, to put it mildly. "We got to get inside there / Before they kill some more / You've got to turn on evil / When it's coming after you / We're going after Satan / On the wings of a dove". "Goin' Home" is the only possible saving grace on the record, where Young attempts to make a statement similar in style to "Rockin' In The Free World", but that falls flat too as it's under-produced and sung with no conviction.
This album sounds experimental, but unfortunately an experimental failure. Throughout, Young sounds uncharacteristically hollow, while the record constantly plods along with a similar acoustic ring and tempo for each track, making it a bore to listen to.
For all the challenge its title throws up, Passion is in conspicuously short supply.