Tasty.

I don't usually use such words in reviews because I find Yuppie slang to be rather annoying. But, I can find no other word to describe this album.

The mid-80's Euro-metal boon (Maiden of the time, Helloween, even Queensryche of that era) was a happy one for me. Nice to see someone has kept the faith.

And in a grand way. While their CM debut last year was a little lacking both in production and song quality, this release has both to spare. While the Maiden comparisons are obvious, rumbling underneath it all you can see a death connection as well.

Lots of you have already noticed this. Good. Maybe the rest will take the time to discover a gem.

Serious? Right. This is an irreverent look at life through the eyes of some seriously disturbed folk.

And that whine! Well, if you can get used to and appreciate Jello Biafra's voice, then this is no stretch. And like you've never played a Leaving Trains album before.

Better than before? Not really. Worse? Not really. You know what to expect. It's right here. For a trip to the loopy side, jump on the Leaving Trains. (Oh, man, I'm really sorry. I'll never write a stupid pun clincher on a review again. I'll sell my soul before I do that - oops, I already did that to get Ice-T to play Columbia).

While the cover and artwork looks like it was done by a rather confused magazine major who has just discovered sans-serif type, the music inside is anything but lost. Nor is it sterile, another concern of mine after seeing the cover. No, just rocking instrumentals, in somewhat the same vein as Shadowy Men on a Shadowy Planet, although these songs are longer.

Would it be an insult to call this pleasant music? I don't know. It just sounds so wonderful. Something inside me wants to reach out and hug the disc.

I know, I'm getting weird here, but the MD at KCOU who reviewed this for format said much the same thing. This is good (let's just say great) music. And that makes me very happy.