The raspy-voiced rocker personally produced this first album of original material since he yielded management of his sound to studio Svengali Tom Dowd six years ago. At that time his head seemed turned by peroxide on the outside and Hollywood glamor on the inside. But now he proves that it's still screwed on right. Co-writing all 10 tunes with his band, Rod pours out songs that are more in the biting, sprawling blues tradition of his Every Picture Tells a Story days of the early 70s. The most exciting example is a kind of updated Maggie May, complete with whining violin, called Oh God, I Wish I Was Home Tonight. The title track is a cutting parody of the Stones' Sympathy for the Devil, about wife-killing, with Stewart crooning in a mock Mick voice the opening lines, "Can I introduce myself? I'm a man of panache and wealth..." Passion, the LP's hit single, is all too much like the silly Da Ya Think I'm Sexy, and a couple of the ballads sink in saccharine string arrangements. But overall it's nice to find that Rod has learned that rock'n'roll is not just another jeans jingle, with him mincing about as the star.