For an unknown band, Epic sank a lot of money into this record, and wasn't happy when it didn't sell. But that's hardly the fault of the band, who sound great despite the intrusive overproduction of novice knob-twiddler Steve Goldman. Loney's yelping lead vocals are in fine form, and the rest of the band rocks with a reckless abandon and stunning succinctness that was totally out of step with the times.
A flawed but basically good debut album. The band's rock & roll tendencies were compromised by a producer more suited to Gary Puckett & the Union Gap (which he had previously produced), who insisted on dubbing brass onto the material. But Roy Loney and Cyril Jordan's hard-rocking roots come through, along with some unexpected digressions into more bluesy and jazzy territory than the band was previously known for.