presence on guitar seems almost redundant. Meanwhile, "She's Got Baggage" recalls, of all things, the Ramones' "Blitzkrieg Bop." And, inevitably, when Fogerty slips into his swamp-rock comfort zone, his own songs haunt him; you'll notice, for example, "Green River" lurking behind "Wicked Old Witch."

But echoes are, after all, part of what this album's about -- and they're not just musical. The title track is Fogerty's indictment of the Iraq war as another Vietnam, a senseless squandering of American lives and power. "Day by day I hear the voices rising," he sings. "Started with a whisper like it did before/Day by day we count the dead and dying/Ship the bodies home while the networks all keep score." This album's least ambitious moments -- the profession of devotion in "I Will Walk With You," the Farfisa-organ-driven garage rock of "Radar" -- are perhaps its most charming. But while John Fogerty may leave you wanting more, that doesn't mean you're not satisfied.