As I drop the needle the first thing that strikes me about this album is the sheer density of the arrangements. The electrifying tension that hung between the notes of "Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret" has been banished, only to be replaced by a deafening wall of sound. There's absolutely no dynamics contained in this album and it sounds like every fader on the mixing desk was pushed up to eleven.
I find the phenomenon most annoying on tracks like "Where The Heart is" when the chorus hits with all the subtlety of a brick. There's a great song somewhere in this morass, but Marc's vocal is unceremoniously pushed right in our faces so we can barely hear anything else. The end of "Heat" sounds like everyone in the studio threw in an idea or embellishment which resulted in a cacophony. On the title track Marc seems to be singing as loud as he possibly can in order to be heard over the various instruments and, like any shouting match, it isn’t fun to listen to.
I'll be honest, I couldn't get to the end of this record and had to terminate it halfway through the second side. I reverted to listening to digital files and decided to compare them to the vinyl. Whilst my mp3 files (and the compact disc they were sourced from) sound much better than the wax, there's no doubt the music lacks subtlety or guile. Producer Mike Thorne probably sums thing up best when he says the record was, "Monochromatic and sprawling (when) compared with the economy and precision of the first." 1.5/5