Though the cover is admittedly ridiculous and probably killed its fair share of sales, it belies the content; this disc is one of the most criminally overlooked, groundbreaking albums of the 1990s (on an extremely short list that also includes Failure's Fantastic Planet and Faith No More's Angel Dust.) Like all great albums, this one doesn't reveal all its charms on the first, third, or even twentieth listen, it is, instead, infinitely rewarding. With glam/hair metal dead and gone by this point, Dangerous Toys, with nothing left to lose (as the cover indicates, the DT once loved by MTV is a thing of the past), appropriated the new musical language dominating the culture (grunge, industrial), melded it with their love of pure rock and roll, and crafted what I consider to be a masterpiece. The songs are experimental and bold, thoughtful, melodious and incredibly heavy, and brim at the edges with genuine anger. This record is an example of superb musicianship, and represents the beautiful, brutal sound of honesty. Highly recommended to anyone lucky enough to find a copy.