Unlike her former running mate Lindsey Buckingham, Nicks has played it pretty safe in her records apart from Fleetwood Mac. This album is not as gripping as her previous efforts, Bella Donna and The Wild Heart, but it has greater variety. Nicks hasn’t abandoned commercial pop-rock as songs such as “Talk to Me” and “The Nightmare” attest. “I Can’t Wait” and “Sister Honey” have her experimenting with hard-edged dance rhythms that use electronic percussion. In the slower songs her voice, with its strange shadings and quavering nasality, can be irksome. On “I Sing for the Things,” she sounds like a bizarre cross between Edith Piaf and Elmer Fudd. But Nicks is too smooth a pro to allow her vocal idiosyncrasies to mar the whole record. She employs talented sidemen such as guitarists Waddy Wachtel, Les Dudek and Michael Landau. Nicks herself rocks a little, and she explores some other tempos with equal polish. (Modern/Atco)
PHOTO (COLOR): Stevie Nicks: Rocking out on a not-too-long limb
David Hiltbrand, Ralph Novak and Eric Levin / People (Vol. 25 Issue 2, p20. 2p. / January 13, 1986,
