All good things must come to an end and, for
Mud, the final curtain rang down with this, their seventh album, but one that was scarcely even recognizable as the work of what had once ranked among the most reliable fun times the glam scene ever produced. Four years had passed since their last major-label deal ended with the failure of
As You Like It, a period scarred, too, by the departure of frontman
Les Gray -- who took with him every last truly recognizable trick in the
Mud arsenal. The result is an album of workmanlike mundaneness. Of course it is occasionally brightened by an imaginative lick (and even the occasional chorus), but overall
Mud could be any bunch of sideman musicians, so lost in time that this album didn't simply disappear upon release. Many people still aren't aware that it even existed.