The airbrushed images on the cover match up with the vapid, empty statements within. About the only thing that keeps this hulk barely afloat is "Talk Dirty to Me" - which is at least fun from a nostalgic point of view - every other song is atrocious from so many angles. Possibly subsequent albums were better, but here what you get is a ton of recycled glam-metal clichés and half-hearted good times. Our old cat - bless her heart - dragged in half-dead animals with more personality than this album.