When I first heard that a singer with the name of Slaughter, I thought "Great, this guy's got to be a heavy singer!". Put that together with Vinnie Vincent's talents and you'll have a great album. But no....
Unfortunatley, Mark Slaughter sounds like nothing more than a choir boy with an attitude, and his vocals, sadly enough, weigh this album down consideribly.
It's very upsetting because there really are some good songs here, "That time of year" and "Ashes to ashes" are the stand out tracks.
Every time I hear Slaughter's girlish vocals on this album I just want to cringe. Maybe the formula worked in the 80's, but never again after that.