Frida's first English-language solo album and musical catharsis is quite the stunner. With millions of fans used to a very pop repertoire, it was a brave move to step so deliberately away from the ABBA sound.
Opening track, Tell Me It's Over, clocks in at just under three minutes but serves brilliantly as Frida's manifesto. The intro itself - a volley of snares and crunchy guitar - is the musical equivalent of "we're not in Kansas any more." Frida's gutsy vocal encompasses anger, sarcasm and fortitude. Some fantastic brass figures and some great BVs from Frida and producer Phil Collins up the ante. In the same league as the impressive title track - an international smash - this could have consolidated Frida's commercial impact, particularly in the States, had it been released as a single.
I See Red's reggae groove is another hit-that-got-away. A mellower vocal and lyrics bemoaning the state of the world maintain a more muted pulse of anger. I Got Something completes a hat-trick of goodies. Not by any means a single, the track is, nevertheless, a perfect showcase for Frida. In the verses she is seductive, a dangerous siren leading the errant lover on. Then comes the eloquent "up yours" of a chorus, where the guy is reminded of all he threw away. Baby Don't You Cry No More harks back to her preABBA jazz career and could also have wowed American singles buyers. You Know What I Mean is a delicate heartbreaker that remains one of the most beautiful performances of Frida's career. Here We'll Stay - a breezy, lovey-dovey duet with Collins - clashes with the darkness of the preceding 10 tracks. A fine song in itself, it should have been issued as a stand-alone single. The first ten tracks are the real album, the catharsis.
Despite the calibre of the songwriters - the credits read like a veritable who's who of the era's finest - some of the material is oddly underwhelming. Frida herself has said that she feels the album is not quite what it could have been and partly blames her own shyness in dealing with Phil Collins (check out the documentary on the making of the album on Frida's DVD - Collins and co virtually ignore her). To her credit, Frida rises above the limitations of the material and delivers in spades. In all, the playing and the singing are top-notch. The sound on this remastered version is fantastic and the 7" bonus cuts are very welcome.