Surprises... are rare and wonderful. When music just appears out of nowhere, rocking and rolling and hitting you with verve and raw energy, it is indeed one of the rarest surprises. What "genre" is Michael Monroe? How about "sweet-smelling, leathery sweat wrapped in one of the greatest rock 'n' roll voices"? How about "harmonies and vibes swimming in silk scarves and lounging in leather pants on a worn-out sofa, the morning hours vibrant and the melodies so, so intoxicating?" And how about "attitude"! That screams carelessness, not carelessness; confidence, not arrogance; a self-assured feeling bathed in the sheer joy of playing the religious experience of true rock 'n' roll. From loud, crashing guitars to harmonicas and beautiful acoustic moments, you will sing, you will dance, you will tremble, you will shake, and you will smell this wonderful, intoxicating record in all its weathered, incense-covered biker jacket glory... and you will also realize that whatever the hell is going on in the world when you put this album on, it is an instant escape to carefree days and an emancipation from worries, fears, and sorrows. It is exactly what rock 'n' roll should be in the truest sense of the word, and Michael Monroe gives you permission to lose yourself in his love.