What's remarkable is how rich it feels after so many albums and so many years of recording, how easily so many of the new tunes fit alongside his best.
It's no surprise that Thompson wows. His gift is not the technical brilliance displayed on each and every solo but the ease with which he delivers it. Thompson's playing is never showboating for its own sake because he is so fluid and masterful. It's not an ego-trip when he makes it look so dead simple. More importantly, the guitar solos are always searching, probing and emotionally direct; they're not fireworks (or, rather, not just fireworks) but illuminating musical passages directly related to the songs, to the angry, beaten down workingman of "Stuck On The Treadmill," the defeatist moan of "Can't Win" or on a lighter note the dirty old bugger of album opener "Stony Ground."