This was much more of a straight-ahead rock record, but with serious soft rock tendencies. The reliance on covers was nothing new, but the only item keeping this stuff out of complete schmaltz territory was Carlos' soloing. And I really mean it. He should have kept these secrets hidden! I can't quite call it an out-and-out horrible album, because it's generally structured like previous Santana efforts, but the plastic atmosphere really drags it down a few notches. If you don't have to, don't bother.