If Purple Sizzling Chili Peppers’ earlier work was outlined by a pressure of masculinity so aggressive that the funk-metal style it impressed may higher have been known as incelcore, their output since 1999’s Californication has been notable for its mellower, extra contemplative sound. That’s been each a blessing and a curse: on occasion, they've stumbled throughout a genuinely shifting tune, as with By the Approach or Scar Tissue, however most of their Twenty first-century output has been soul-crushingly uninteresting.
Limitless Love fails to buck that development. Bloated and self-indulgent, it plods alongside, with barely a memorable melody or thought-provoking lyric amongst its 17 tracks. There’s by no means been a lot hazard of Anthony Kiedis’s phrases being confused with these of Bob Dylan, however at occasions right here his rhymes would make William McGonagall blanch: “Outdoors the world inside ya/ Bend to the Woolf Virginia”, certainly. It isn’t wholly with out advantage: the returning John Frusciante throws in some impressed guitar solos, and no less than it's shorter than 2006’s 122-minute Stadium Arcadium. And kudos for being maybe the primary Californian act to dare enshrine Southend in track (on the in any other case forgettable It’s Solely Pure).
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