Whereas Ace used his solo record to drown and/or toot away his sorrows, and Gene treated his as an excuse to laze about and chase tail, Paul's is just plain boring. We are supposed to take him at face value as the serious, love-focused, slightly mysterious musician from Kiss, which means all of these songs are as predictably gag-me-with-a-spoon bone-headed as a high school football team's playbook from the 1930's to Bill Belichick. As with Gene's record, a whole gaggle of guest stars here, but to mention them would be a disservice.