This record is like of one of those sleazy remnants at the end of a party that refuses to leave your apartment, switching subjects the way an amphetamine-depleted 4-in-the-morning truck driver veers across lanes while looking for the nearest motel, or a door-to-door Jesus-is-the-answer salesman. I mean that in the best way. Try as I might, "Ladies and Gentlemen…The Let's-Go-Tonites" will not exit my stereo. I've pleaded. I've hid it. I've tried bribes. But this sassy, persuasive harlot of a song will not let me play much else before giving way its charms once again. And the rest of the record is just as seductive.

After an eye-lifting intro, the choral magic of a renovated T-Rextasy provides the footing for the opener "Hot Girls in Good Moods", a chugging rocker that inspires images of the drunken shy guy finally giving way to his dance-floor dreams. "Betheamphetamine (Pretty Pretty) takes a stroll through Cars-land. "Too Famous to Get Fully Dressed" (a song that could be christened the Nick Nolte anthem) is completely resplendent in all its bouncing glory with an irresistible la-la chorus (there's that Bolan thang again).

Shifting gears expertly, Walker delivers the sultry "We're All Going Down" which sounds like it could be from U2's Pop record (which I absolutely slobbered over). This is a MONSTER track. Staying in the somber mood is the excellent "Dominoes" which sounds like it could have been penned by Paul (The Phantom of the Paradise) Williams.