There is nothing here of what made John Mellencamp to superstardom in the 80s. No Lisa Germano on violin. No Kenny Aronoff on drums. No grand, rustic heartland rock about Pink Houses where a black man with a black cat has an interstate running through his front yard. No loud protest song like "Rain On The Scarecrow" where Mellencamp stood with his feet wide apart between Woody Guthrie and The Rolling Stones.