I've in recent years revisited my teenage artistic fascinations, and often found the revisit underwhelming. I bought this album thanks to heavy MTV rotation, and it became a frequent player in my Walkman. I liked it so much, I bought it in CD-format. In my desperate early 90's college days, out of desperation and short-sightedness, I sold the CD. Though, I've never heard a single song played anywhere since then, I regretted that act. I just bought the technology to convert my LPs to mp3, and listening to this album again has brought me such joy. Ray's lyrics, tinged with cynicism (depraved pop culture), filled with empathy(domestic abuse), and intimate mourning (father's loss of a daughter). Oh, by the way, did I mention that they also take the time to ROCK! Replete with buzzing guitars, footballer anthems and rapid fire drum riffs, baby, this album has it all! I don't know what 1-star Patrick is thinking about.