Contrary to some suggestions here, this album may deserve more than one listen-through. You may avoid falling asleep, as I did the first time (and I'm not the only one it appears), and discover that there are quite a few melodic hooks here. But of course! The Pettos haven't lost their skill entirely, but on this album I keep asking myself: "what's the purpose?". Old themes are revisited (again), and I have generally no problem with that. Only here, I can't find any new angles to it. Rather, in "your early stuff" there's again the complaint about members of the audience who aren't updated on PSB's late stuff, and later in "Ego music" quote "it's all about you" - only I am uncertain of any self irony here. O' dear!!! Minus one star. Ego music also has Manhatten Transfer-like backing singers, which must be the worst I've heard on any PSB record. But that's me (I have every PSB record and then some, but that's all). They've had this thing about musicals for a long while now, and somehow it makes sense to walk all the way. Somewhere (pun!) they're on the edge on losing themselves AND sounding like a very poor musical number. But actually I appreciate the initiative on going over the pond (both for the musical thing, which I just assume, and otherwise), just for doing it. Plus one star for not stiffening into what worked yesterday. In principle. The result, however... After all the fine material on Yes just a few years ago, this came as a letdown.