Title: The low point of Jimmy Page's illustrious career.
Review: I can't give this album fewer than two stars, because, hey, Jimmy Page is Jimmy Page. But, unfortunately, David Coverdale is David Coverdale. This unholy alliance was doomed from the start. Unlike Page's fantastic collaboration with the Black Crowes, his album with the derivative Mr. Coverdale was a disaster. This album was released when I was in college, and I had a benighted loser of a roommate who purchased this garbage. I promptly broke his CD in half and left him some small change in the case (which was probably overly generous on my part).
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