Nigh on twelve years later the guitar style is still highly distinctive. What's missing is any sense of adventure or danger, though, I'd be insulting the man if I claimed his playing to be anything less than technical perfection. In fact, album closer Never Ending Nightmare is a Schenker fan's dream. Flowing acoustic virtuosity topped off by a hugely atmospheric finger-(f)licking electric outro - this is no instrumental, though ALL emphasis lays squarely on the axeman's emotive playing.
Robin McAuley's voice does indeed complement his partner's playing admirably; check out the parallel vocal and guitar melodies during Eve and This Broken Heart for proof. Nevertheless, McAuley obviously writes pretty weird word patterns to fit the music rather than attempting to turn real thoughts and emotions into songs.
Recurring James Kottak (drums) and Jeff Pilson (bass) would have been a master-stroke had it been intended to retain their services on tour. Possibly two such firey and accomplished musicians could have set Michael aflame in the live arena. On this one album they have merely added muscle to a glossy yet ultimately unsatisfying recording. Too controlled, overly commercial, unaccountably 'safe,'