It's hardly fair to criticize Cher for overproduction on a mere record when her whole life is overproduced. Still, because she can be a far more than adequate singer, it's disappointing that her every move drips embellishment. On the cover of this LP, for instance, she is wearing an outfit that could have come from an old Flash Gordon serial. And "Special thanks" go to "Neil & Joyce, Sonny, Sandy & Ray, Genie, Joe D., Chas, Elijah, Nurse, Billy, Billy 'I Love You, Billy,' Gregory Le Noir All-man, Mother, my sister G. and Ange." The mostly disco tracks on the record itself are passable. But Cher shows feeling only on My Song, which she co-wrote. It's an obvious paean to and lament for Gregg Allman—"He'll never get to know his son"—and hints there may be some sensitivity beneath the hype.