I always wanted a pair of leather pants. Did they steal those from Jim Morrison? I would've thought I'd have a harder time getting into those pants than I would getting into this album. But alas, it'll be easier to squeeze my 240 pounds of self into those sausage tubes than listen to this again. Great guitar work, leather pants (and balls-out presentation) isn't enough for me to enjoy this album. It's a shame, Thin Lizzy is one of those bands that I think I should like but never quite do.