Two years after the release of , presented his fans with , and although some of his former album's charm and lyrical appeal manages to resurface, the whole of the album comes up short. The memorable melodies, moving allegories, or genuine lyrical warmth that was put into past efforts arise in a couple of tracks, like in the beauty of or in the mystique of It's not that 's writing is weaker or has been restrained, it's the fact that he fails to present enough passion from an instrumental standpoint throughout the entire album, and to a lesser extent a vocal one, to establish the same type of emotion or atmosphere as he did with or . was released as a single in the U.K., but only climbed as high as number 67 there and number 54 in the U.S. The album went to number 15 in Britain, but showed signs of relinquishing his genuine style ever so slightly, and 1982's disappointingly confirmed this. Even though his exterior talents had dwindled only slightly, the intangible qualities that made such a compelling artist seemed to be left behind in the past decade. ~ Mike DeGagne