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Let me get one thing out of the way first: Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers are my very favorite band. I adore the Stones, but while they have only released one great album in my lifetime, 2005\u2019s A Bigger Bang <\/i>(snigger all you want, it ROCKS), Petty and his boys have risen to very lofty heights and stayed there. They are one of a handful of artists that, upon releasing new music, I will buy as soon as possible, usually without having heard anything from the album itself. The Last DJ <\/i>was no exception; out I went and snapped it up, expectations high because they\u2019d never disappointed me. I suppose it was bound to happen one day but you just never expect it, so when it does happen, it catches you unaware and takes awhile for it to sink in. That happened about halfway through the second playing; nothing made it better — not the early morning hour, not even the vodka. The first couple of tracks are pretty good, almost great. The album opens with the title track and it wastes no time getting the job done.\u00a0 It\u2019s upbeat and follows the age-old Petty rule of \u201cdon\u2019t bore us, get to the chorus.\u201d Lyrically it sets the mood for the entire record, albeit rather joyfully considering how pissed off Petty appears to be. It\u2019s a dig at the record companies and radio stations and their long-running mutual back-scratching relationship. One man, however, refuses to tow the line — \u201cWell ya can\u2019t turn him into a company man, you can\u2019t turn him into a whore \/ And the boys upstairs just don\u2019t understand anymore\u201d \u2013 you get the drift.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMoney Becomes King\u201d follows with more of the same. Petty is gently lamenting a world where the dollar wasn\u2019t the star attraction. It\u2019s still a pretty accurate take on the world of show business, particularly the progression of the rock tour from its humble beginnings to its now corporate cash cow status. Musically it\u2019s a slow groove, one that we\u2019ve heard many times from these boys and why not? They do it so well. Unfortunately, it\u2019s all downhill from here, folks. \u201cDreamville\u201d is like the ugly sister-in-law of \u201cFree Fallin\u2019,\u201d nowhere near as deep, pretty, or engaging and if she wasn\u2019t family, you wouldn\u2019t tolerate her. No amount of vodka will help there either, trust me. Next up is probably the most polarizing song among Petty fans and critics alike, a little ditty called \u201cJoe.\u201d The song is set to a thumping piano and bass, and it hits you loud and just a beat too early, obviously to awaken you from the aptly titled \u201cDreamville.\u201d Petty is pissed and while it does sound kinda cool at first, this just never lets up and the howling vocal just gets annoying after a couple of lines. However, \u201cJoe\u201d does contain a few well directed snipes at the business (\u201cOr bring me a girl, they\u2019re always the best \/ You put \u2019em on stage and you have them undress \/ Some angel whore who can learn a guitar lick \/ Hey, now that\u2019s what I call music\u201d). So is it the worst song on the album? No, that distinction belongs to \u201cBlue Sunday,\u201d which is stuck halfway through the record and at which point if you\u2019re not a die-hard, you\u2019d probably hit the stop button \u2013 and I wouldn\u2019t blame you. \u201cWhen A Kid Goes Bad\u201d is the last song worth mentioning by title. Again, it\u2019s not that bad but it\u2019s still far from their best. It shares the same problem that really brings this album down: lack of conviction. This is the first (and only) Heartbreakers album that really disappoints due to its aimlessness. Which is kind of a paradox seeing that Petty from the outset has so much to say.\u00a0 The playing is so uninspired that it had me thinking it was a Petty solo album, backed by session guys with one eye on the clock. All of the traits that I love the band for are nowhere to be found and it pisses me off — I mean, at least if the band had given it some grunt, they could have rescued a few tracks from \u201cfiller\u201d status. Could this be the catalyst that caused Petty to celebrate the band\u2019s 30th<\/sup> anniversary year with a solo album? This is the worst album these boys have ever produced. The upside to this is that it remains their only dud and after thirty years at it, that in itself is milestone of sorts. As I said before, it had to happen eventually, and here\u2019s hoping it never happens again.