Quite simply, brilliant! You could almost hear the collective sneer of old-time Numanoids across the country when this one came out, as Gary showed that musically he was prepared to grow up, even if many of his fans weren't. The Mad-Max image was silly, admittedly, but don't let that fool you: while the image was Numan's olive-branch to the sci-fi heads who had helped make him a star, the music and the lyrics show a man who was no longer prepared to be pigeon-holed. This is jazz-fuelled electronica at its best, with Numan reflecting, but refusing to remain trapped in the past. The real future is beckoning, he seems to be saying, and it may be unknown and hostile; but clearly by this point in his career he couldn't wait to get there. Warriors, The Iceman Comes, The Rhythm of the Evening, all these are personal favourites and I agree with a previous poster who said that I Am Render is underrated. It isn't classic Numan by any means, but it's nowhere near as bad as others would have you believe. This album's not everyone's cup-of-tea, of course, but don't let the philistines put you off. Try it, you might find you like it!