In many ways, 's belated full-length debut, 1986's , perfectly embodied the waning spirit of the : it arrived a good five years after the movement arguably hit its peak; recalled very few of its formative, charmingly brittle qualities with its polished brand of commercial ; and it stood in for a band which, for all intents and purposes, was effectively defunct (or mortally splintered, at least) by the time it arrived in stores. All things considered, however, there were far worse ways for to go out, and, whatever it may have lacked in terms of honest-to-goodness thunder (only the double-bass drum driven and qualified as balls-out thrashers), the album certainly compensated with efficient, accessible, if rarely surprising radio-ready anthems. In fact, had they been pushed down consumers' throats by major label muscle and been recorded by an American band (preferably one covered in makeup, featuring musicians whose names ended in the letter 'i'), there's no reason why punchy but glossy heavy rockers like and even the patently absurd (heck, especially that one!) couldn't have been huge '80s radio hits. Even more so, some might argue, the wimpy, borderline of or the melodramatic power ballad which, along with the harder edged and lyrically oblique had been featured on 's EP two years earlier. The mildly motivational title track and timidly futuristic hinted at greater thematic ambitions that, alas, would remain unfulfilled, and with that disheartening realization, there's really no more to be said about 's competent but doomed LP. Merely curious listeners just stumbling through, and fanatics looking for traces of former guitarist (who didn't perform on this record), really shouldn't even bother with ; but fans of '80s completists could also do a lot worse than 's imperfect final will and testament. ~ Eduardo Rivadavia