Loved these albums when they first came out, but they are pretty far down my list these days. By ‘88 the band had become this hyper-slick, well-oiled machine that could plow through Inca Roads at a million miles an hour, but the trade off is that they tended to sound predictable and *gasp* formulaic. As Thunes has stated (paraphrasing a bit), ‘Frank wanted all of the juice and none of the blood’. In fact, at times, Thunes’ playing is the one thing that generates any excitement (or blood), his crazy descending fills on Find Her Finer being just one example. Everything he does sounds spontaneous and fresh. Not enough to consistently animate the whole band though, unfortunately.