Having explored the mine already excavated expertly by the Sundays, the Cranberries went from nice little non-political Irish band to still-nice-but-trying-desperately-to-sound-relevant in their marketplace.
The debut album was excellent; a perfect mix of power pop and peerless production, courtesy of the man who helmed the Smiths classic releases. Nothing original, mind you, just very well done.
This album hits and misses all the way through, and I'll incur the wrath that comes my way; it's Delores' brand-new vocal stylings (which would hit an all-time low on their next release). Proof?
"My father...AH! My Father... he liked me... oh, he liked me, DOES ANYONE CARE...AH!"
James Brown already invented the wheel, DeBOREus. Try another tact.
The melodies are still there, somewhat. "Dreaming My Dreams", and "Daffodil Lament" (although they're more like b-sides from the first album) are proof of that. But this album is not, nor will it ever be a world-beater. Tape off the songs you like, and sell it quickly.