Album number seven continues
Barrabas' attempt at keeping up with the times, and unfortunately the results are mostly hackneyed and horrific. They were never innovators, but they often took their cues from new and exciting sources. That's not the case here. "(Be My) Rebel"'s gruff, macho exultations ("I want to see you naked!"; "Need you like a warrior!"; "Be my rebel tonight!"), sports-highlight reel synthesizers, and caustic, blazing guitars bring to mind the unintentionally comical likes of
Frank Stallone; the song could be tacked to the end of the Stayin' Alive soundtrack without anyone's notice. Both "Dolores" and "Leather Queen" are likewise directed at a female object, with the former being a sappy lovelorn fumble and the latter being a silly dance song about a mysterious woman who dances in leather jeans. As always, the playing is tight, refined, and professional. But no producer could salvage material as pedestrian as this.