An occasionally bouncy chorus and still-on-target singing can't disguise the fact that the boys and girls of Abba are in a slump. Synthdrenched, mellow-dramatic balladeering seems to have supplanted almost entirely the perky pop that first made these Swedes Croesusrich. But it's hard to pull off slow, sensitivo stuff when you're writing in your second language, as the beach-poem, Berlitz-class lyrics here attest. Add to this the disconcerting effect of having all the material penned by the boys and sung by the girls, and one's longing for a little... Read More