were quite literally a shattered band come 1996. Five years on from their simplistic but infectious debut, they'd been dropped by , been abandoned by their main songwriter guiding force in founding guitarist , and, most heartbreaking of all, lost drummer to a drug overdose. As the band's last remaining original members, it came down to guitarist and troubled singer (more on him later) to assemble a new lineup and attempt to shoulder the load themselves on the snidely named . And they did an OK job. The album still featured much of 's stripped-down, hard-rocking style, but standout cuts such as and the poignant generally lacked the Southern flavor, and especially the power crunch of old. Instead, the album mostly resorted to a mellower, more soulful, decidedly sleeker -type groove for tracks like the title song and (note background lady singers). A few songs also forced the "we're still rockin''' storyline ad nauseam (see cheesy opener and the edgier, frankly biographical ), while others simply lacked originality (for example, which apes the debut's hit, a tad too closely). Still, the fact that's it's clearly inferior compared to its predecessor shouldn't entirely detract from this album's good-time blue-collar , and fans of will likely want to give it a chance anyway. Sadly, proved to be the final musical testament for singer , who passed away under tragic circumstances a few years later. ~ Eduardo Rivadavia