The final album issued before Sylvester's death wasn't a distingished effort from anyone. He was dispirited and sounded like a shell of himself. The vocals had no power, color, authority, or conviction, while the uptempo cuts were wooden and the ballads deadly. Anyone who remembered the great Sylvester cuts was embarrassed, and his tragic death didn't make things any better.
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