by Dave ThompsonAll good things must come to an end and, for Mud, the final curtain rang down with this, their seventh album, but one that was scarcely even recognizable as the work of what had once ranked among the most reliable fun times the Glam scene ever produced. Four years had passed since their last major label deal ended with the failure of As You Like It, a period scarred, too, by the departure of frontman Les Gray -- who took with him every last truly recognizable trick in the Mud arsenal. The result is an album of workmanlike mundanity. Of course it is occasionally brightened by an imaginative lick (and even the occasional chorus), but overall Mud could be any bunch of sideman musicians, so lost in time that this album didn't simply disappear upon release. Many people still aren't aware that it even existed.