From a simpler time when rock ruled the airwaves - T.V. on the radio - this superb collection from the classic 'snake line up has been dusted off and shined up for the new millenium with some interesting tho' hardly essential bonus cuts to fill up the disc space. This album is more than a quarter of a century old, and is probably the start of D.C. having one eye on the U.S. The unpolitically correct sentiments expressed within the ever so subtle cover typify the cock rock attitude of Mr. Coverdale and the boys. Don't get me wrong this music is great - the twin attack of Moody and Marsden (the original and best), the solid rhythm section of Murray and Paice, and the majestic keyboard work of Jon Lord, topped off with THE voice. Coverdale at the peak of his game blending blues with rock like no one else, if you don't count Paul Rodgers - another product of the north east scene of the late 60's. On record at least Coverdale's libido was on overdrive - each track a tale of love - lost and found - and lust."Don't Break My Heart Again" hit the top 20. The album peaked at No 2 in the UK. Don't expect any deep and meaningful discussion on life's little mysteries, just a bloke after a shag, hopefully! This gem of a record gave voice to a generation of frustrated youths secret dreams and fantasies. Probably the best forty odd minutes that you could have back in '81, now extended(!) to seventy minutes. This record has lost none of it's smutty charm with it's nudge nudge wink wink innuendo. The soundtrack to a weekend out on the pull, only now the pullers will have beerbellies and bald spots. Rock on!