Every so often, they get done right, and this happens to be one of those times.
Just Tell Me That You Want Me will likely provide yet another way for both younger and more nostalgic generations to connect with Fleetwood Mac’s back catalog.
If you don’t already know the Mac, treat this as your way in. You won’t be coming out in a hurry.
All in all, what this tribute album manages to do is showcase Fleetwood Mac in a light never seen before
It's pretty rudderless stuff coming from the man who brought us the soundtracks to The Life Aquatic and I'm Not There.
It’s not all that surprising that the Fleetwood Mac tribute album Just Tell Me That You Want Me fails to do justice to the diversity of the band’s output.
Covers are tricky things; there's not so much a thin line between stenography and blasphemy as a wild rocky gulf of bemusement and horror and inexplicable pleasure.
Though there’s a handful of great tracks, the covers here are either too similar (“Gold Dust Woman”), awkward (MGMT’s vocoder butchering of “Future Games”), or flat (“Rhiannon”).