Don't Go Girl" for falsetto soul and warm-weather tempo. For a while, it was easy to confuse the two groups, until the New Kids began dispatching hit after hit and exhibiting a marked unwillingness to go away.

Eventually, the New Kids themselves stepped forward and claimed that, yes, they owed more to the Temptations than to their fellow Beantowners in Aerosmith, and no, Starr wasn't any kind of sinister puppet master. And by the way, they added, who says Nineties teen idols can't show independence, maturity and wide appeal? – as they assured us they would demonstrate on their next album. All this before "Step by Step," the first single from the album, made its MTV debut.

Step by Step does sport a feistier version of the Kids, even while it largely sticks to their set musical formula and entirely to their chosen image. Donnie Wahlberg, Jon Knight, Joe McIntyre, Danny Wood and Jordan Knight each get turns singing lead, thanks to the group's determination to present itself as a unit and the commercial demands of its crucial live shows; more than one fan would leave Kids concerts brokenhearted if her favorite wasn't given equal time at the mike. On record, the boys' voices are indistinguishable – only Jordan Knight's fine falsetto stands out. Knight takes the vocals on the title tune, a peppy reintroduction to the group that breaks up its generalized pledges of devotion with quick spots from each member, one-liners coyly called "ad libs" on the lyric sheet, although they're faithfully printed. (Nothing but nothing on this record happens by chance.)

Starr's lyrics for the New Kids promiscuously invoke the marvelously unspecific noun girl, leaving the slate blank for every stripe of projection fantasy. "Tonight," a paean to live concerts designed to be played at top volume while the curling iron gets passed around, pays bizarre tribute to "all the people and girls," reminisces on the New Kids oeuvre and jerks out of its honeyed nostalgia into horn-heavy Sgt. Pepper stateliness as the boys chant, "Tonight! Tonight!" While the song is both baffling and a break with style, it isn't a horror on the scale of Donnie Wahlberg's reading of "Stay With Me Baby," a fake-reggae number. Apparently, Wahlberg's hometown of Dorchester, Massachusetts, is heavily Jamaican, which explains his serviceable accent but does not excuse this pug-nosed white kid intonin