This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Man, I used to love Max Webster. Had all their albums, saw all their concerts, knew all the words to the High Class In Borrowed Shoes album.
It’s not like any of that makes me special; Webster’s Zappaesque rock had more than its share of fans, especially on this side of the border. But it does make this comeback album from former Max mastermind Mitchell something of a disappointment. These days, Kim is definitely not a wild party; he’s a divorced father of two. And accordingly, he’s toned down the musical and lyrical weirdness here, opting instead for slick, lite-rock hooks and plenty of earnest tunes about losing his way, losing his love and losing his heart. Aside from a few brief glimpses of his previous lunatic genius, it seems like he’s also lost a bit of his spark. Fingers crossed that he finds it again.
