thought I had while at work today. The highlights for me are Good Morning, the insanely catchy (everything here is) Let The Monkey Drive, the strangely lyrics-heavy This Is The Renaissance (the way Russell stresses the syllables in the chorus is priceless) and the closing mellow Likeable. I think Mark has finally realized two very important things from doing the Sparks reviews. I'm Mark Prindle, Death or Glory. According to the dictionary, the answer to that question is a resounding, "Get your hand off my ass." And therein lies the danger of getting "dictionary" confused with "stewardess." It's not hard to gather which jig I'm pointing. W hen I was a young man of meager means - let's say ten years old, for example - I began to view the musical videos on the television. So well-composed and put together! Believe me, if suddenly they started tacking on five-minute dance songs, the grade would drop a lot more quickly. The fact that this is still the only Sparks album to be unavailable on CD leads me to figure that they themselves must hate it, which is a real shame because it's not a bad record at all. I demand the truth! What am I missing? Well, that's because Australia would have taken over england!