My first full Fleetwood Mac album that wasn’t The Dance. In a last second effort to throw new music in my car I routed through my dad’s cassette collection and came across this album. Super glad I dived into this when I did, and aside from Mick’s slightly excessive solo rant about halfway through the record it was greatly rewarding. All the tones and lyrics were brutally 80s dream pop rock aesthetic. Makes me feel like I’m trapped in a vocal vortex cyclone of Christine McVie’s voice and I don’t want to escape.