A great prog rock album - they don't make 'em like this anymore. Whilst you can't ignore the non "epics" (Into The Night/The Hunter is brilliant, South Of The Border is hilarious AND worthwhile, Cashflow is... meh), the epic, Sleeping In Traffic, is the most coherent thing they've done, despite its length. It's also brilliant.
Album is pretty much overshadowed by a title track that drags for far longer than it needs to. However, some of the tracks, like The Hunter and South of the Border, do have good merit of their own, the first having a similar wry humor as The Gooberville Ballroom Dancer from The Sane Day.