Release Format Tracks Date Country Label Catalog# Barcode
Mojo (bonus track version) Digital Media 16 Reprise Records
Mojo CD 15 Reprise Records 9362-49668-0 093624966807
Mojo CD 15 Reprise Records 523971-2 / 9362-49668-0 093624966807
Mojo CD 15 Reprise Records 523971-2 093624966807
Mojo Blu-ray + Digital Media 30 + 15 Reprise Records 523977-BA2 093624966760
Mojo CD 15 Reprise Records 2-523971 093624966807
Mojo 2×12" Vinyl 7 + 8 Reprise Records 523971-1 093624966784
Mojo (Tour edition) 2×CD 15 + 12 Reprise Records 9362494953 093624949534
Mojo 2×12" Vinyl 7 + 8 Reprise Records 523971-1 093624918882


associated singles/EPs: High in the Morning
I Should Have Known It
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Tom Petty - solo artist, Heartbreaker and Travelling Wilbury - has been making records since the late 1970s, and in that time he's encompassed many musical styles. Well, three or four: new wave, rock, psychedelia and Americana, that mixture of Dylan, blues, country, soul and so forth that everyone from Springsteen to Bon Jovi has tried in various forms.

Now, after returning to his roots with 2006 solo outing Highway Companion, Petty reunites with the Heartbreakers for their 12th album. Mojo sees Petty steep himself in Americana again, adopt a live-in-the-studio feel, and generally rock out. The results are initially quite perky, as the band crash and charge through songs, but after a couple of plays everything becomes rather dull. Every song feels like it's never going to end (some are, for no good reason, over five minutes long), riffs and tunes seem half-finished (and in several cases, half-inched), and very little of interest happens.

There's the turgid blues of the aptly named Takin' My Time, the weak Buffalo Springfield of First Flash of Freedom, and the inaccurately-named I Put a Spell On You pastiche of Good Enough. It's a packed attic all right. You find yourself longing for the clanging pop of American Girl, the Springsteen thunder of Refugee or even the pscyhedelia of Don't Come Around Here No More. And then, as it edges over the hour mark, you find yourself desperate for anything that isn't this album.