The good news: The former boy genius looks great, his pipes are totally intact and he still burns on guitar and keyboards. The bad news: This album is coproduced by mystic hack Narada Michael Walden, the songs are the most banal pop-soul imaginable, and Winwood -- or somebody -- apparently is unaware that the world by no means needs a third song, after the dBs and Was (Not Was), entitled "A Spy in the House of Love." Highly disappointing.