Therein lies most of the problem with this album. The songs, mainly written or co-written by Mamet, lack any real excitement, and are largely forgettable as a result. In fact, halfway through the disc, deja vu sets in, and you think you've already heard the current song a few tracks early.
Some selections seem as though they're assembled from random riffs strung together.
I can't single out any particular song from this album, as they're all identically and uniformly bland. Even a guest appearance by label mate Gerald Albright fails to salvage the set. Bob Mamet does have the technical talent on the eighty-eights, but he deserves better material to work with. Pass on this one. All rights reserved.