My gosh, aren't these vocals front and forward in the
mix? It's the proverbial Wall of Sound, industrial rock with an electric
edge, and Numan's discourteous voice huffing and screeching through.
It would be a cop-out to say, "This ain't my bag
baby." However, there is a basic tunefulness missing from Crazier which is not made
up for by any interesting rhythms or harmonies, while the hard-hitting
production doesn't help either.
So, although it feels blasphemous to slag down one of
the godfathers of hard synth rock and robo-pop culture, Crazier lacks both
shallow sweet-flavours and hidden depths.