I dug out my vinyl copy of this expecting to be amused by nostalgia and have a smile put back on my miserable visage. Instead of nostalgia, all I got was myalgia.
This is basically a great bunch of musicians forced to play second rate rawk for a bloke who shouldn’t have been given the time of day, let alone a recording contract.
This album will return to rack and wait until I am very, very, VERY drunk, be brought out very late at night and be used as frisbee.
Still, could have been worse. It could have been Judy Priest.