Should just be called Manda, since it’s got no marbles. The album is perfect: Flawless, over-produced, cream-filled sweetness, like eating both Twinkies. Twice.
Classy Go-Go’s-style punkpop. Clear vocals, Manda can hit the right notes, the guitars are chipper, not sawing, and the keyboards are tasteful, not abrasive.
Kudos for letting Scott Ian play more than the three riffs he’s been churning out for over a decade in Anthrax, but still, this is a major disappointment.