This bona fide effort by the Replacements to climb the music charts, regretfully, ended in a disappointment. Why the band, which seemed to have every rock bone in its body in the right place, has never met with a true commercial success is beyond me. I saw them touring with the record with a strong resolution not to fall off of the stage and play in sync. They did that much, apparently, antagonizing their hitherto fans who thought them sold-outs for not getting drunk and stupid and not getting enough new replacements to justify their new image turnabout. The record is polished to perfection to please and, possibly, that is its greatest flaw. Although guitars are switched to overdrive, they are also mixed like violins to make certain that they do not interrupt in anybody's humming. Still, in more just and understandable world, 'We'll Inherit the World', 'Telling Me Lies' or 'Talent Show' would become chart poppers. However, in true 'Mats fans, 'Don't Tell a Soul' provokes ambivalent feelings. On one hand, we would like the band finally to succeed; on the other, we would prefer that they did it on their own terms. This record is a good testimony to Paul Westerberg's generous songwriting talent but it also smells of fear. Fear of not being liked. It wasn't.