This spare, but no less indistinguishable, album from Ryder's catalog of forgotten '80s albums isn't as awful as most of them. Ryder sounds a little bit enthused here, and his band -- perhaps inspired by the guy who signs their checks -- follows suit. But spotting good songs is still tough. At least the overtly political and sexual tones are subdued, with the focus falling on the actual songs rather than their trite messages.
AllMusic Review by Michael Gallucci