Critics nominally slag on Peter's solo album for sport, but you know what? I don't think it is actually as bad as they say it is. One thing they fail to understand is, Criss' background and influences - R&B, doo wop, and jazz, which he stays true to here. Admittedly, the glossy production gives it quite the karaoke feel, and like on Gene's album, he carries over with the female backing vocals, but there are some songs worth hearing a few times. Not many, mind you, but they exist. As with the other solo records, guest stars abound, and here's another twist of fate - the producer (Vini Poncia) was the guy who produced a bunch of Ringo Starr solo albums - and, well, he figures prominently on the next few Kiss records, too. Most of the first side is complete garbage, but it is partially redeemed by a competent second side. Honestly, compared to the quirky shenanigans on Gene's album, and the ridiculous faux-serious stance on Paul's, I'd actually give Peter's a slight edge just from a consistency standpoint. At least the guy knows what the hell he wants to play and sing about.