From page 81 of Classic Rock Magazine December 2003
(SPV) Poor old Peter Frampton. Trapped in the public consciousness as that 70s poster boy, golden of hair and open of shirt, upon the front of the bazillion-selling ‘Frampton Comes Alive’, he defined a particular time in America and then perished artistically with it.
The cover of ‘Now’ couldn’t be more of a contrast: a balding, grey-headed old cove tickling a vintage guitar, he sits alone in an empty room. But the evolution is merely one of image; Frampton is still chipping out middle- aged MOR, albeit without another ‘Baby I Love Your Way’ in there.
He’s doing little here that hasn’t at various times benefited Eric Clapton, Chris Rea or Mark Knopfler. It’s just that his gentler times have been and gone.