“Red Eyes” starts off cool and detached, with guitar only the tiniest bit fuzzy and Power, Corruption and Lies-esque strings layered on top. Adam Granduciel whoops, and suddenly we’re on the New Jersey Turnpike. (Can Bruce even hit those notes anymore?) The lyrics are fragmented, not fist pumping narrative but a stream of consciousness from a long suffering lover. When you can sing them with this much conviction, that doesn’t really matter.