The bayou boys of rode in on the final wave, injecting just a hint of (not enough to make a difference). Unlike the band's innovative brethren in or even , concentrates on nothing more challenging than the age-old concept of girls, girls, and more girls; this limited paradigm considerably constricted the group's commercial impact in the angst-ridden '90s, but sure makes a fun spin. The big-bang production, shot through with crystal keyboards, conjures bands like that hurt 's credibility, as well as talented units like that suffered thereafter. Anyone with a passing interest in party will enjoy connecting the dots: burns to the bone, apes (or is it ?), and lead huffer 's are impossible to ignore on and radio flash (which strategically name-checks the album). quotes and (or are these phrases just so trite the source is lost forever?) plus the almighty . The quintet even cops to cliche-wielding when showing a softer side in Most telling, actually derives from misunderstood maestro None of the above tunes, nor the powers of (whose mighty micro-movement also included ), made anything more than a fading footnote in the history of , but nothing's wrong with wanting nothing but a good time. ~ Whitney Z. Gomes