Ratt broke big after 'Out Of The Cellar' but disappointed on 'Invasion Of Your Privacy', in fact, their whole career was one of underachievement, the band slinking out of the West Coast like glam-rock spiders, but never reaching the success of Motley Crue, but instead remaining a watered down, always unfulfilling experience. 'Dancing...' hardly kicks in with the polished 'Dance', pretty boy Stephen Pearcy gets no marks for his pouting, and 'One Good Lover' may have been perfect for the ladies at the back, but the swagger, or should I say lack of, is evident as the outfit swish through ten tracks without causing any hotel room damage. 'Body Talk' attempts some kind of aggression but the chorus is appalling, and I'll be forever condemning the band and their almost naive outlook. Of course, Crue were as easily to blame as 'Girls Girls Girls' and 'Theatre Of Pain' made the band look traitors to their early classics, but for me Ratt never got off on the right foot, but they deserve a place because as a kid I remember seeing their records everywhere and that should have influenced me to become a fan, but it didn't. What it did do was make me realise that no-one in the UK was falling for such pussy footin'.
5/10
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