After Aural Sculpture, this came as a major disappointment.
It's not awful, but neither is it in any way essential.
The attempts to go ethnic on the likes of "Mayan Skies" and the title track (taken from the Aboriginal concept of an unconscious journey) are pretty embarrassing.
There are a couple of good songs, like "Always the Sun" and "Nice in Nice" (a less than contrite look back at the riot in France which got the band thrown in jail for a few weeks), but that's simply not enough for a once great band.
And Hugh Cornwell's rhyming of "And who gets the job?/Of pushing the knob" on the former turns an otherwise beautiful song into silliness.