It's hard to see Texas as a band nowadays. In the same way that Simply Red is Mick Hucknall, Texas have become the Sharleen Spiteri show. There's very little which is distinctive about this album other than her voice, which carries the show along quite nicely, thank you. This isn't an album of stand out moments it's more something to wallow in; the aural equivalent of a long soak in a hot tub!
I'm seeing a greater number of Robert Mapplethorpe-inspired photographs turning up on CDs and on digi-sites lately.