As great an example of the sophomore slump as there ever was, Talk To La Bomb is an awful piece of plastic destined for the bargain bins in every record shop. This is sad too since their first album is beautiful and nearly flawless. However, there are only two songs here worth repeated listens-"Last Call" (with gtr by Ric Ocasek) and "Sweatshop". Many of the songs try to impart a stale sense of humor to the songwriting, but on "Never Met a German" it amounts to a boring gimmick. Who knows what they were thinking on "Sexy Asshole"? I'll tell you what I'm thinking though-that they are just rationalizing themselves and their natures as assholes! The non-Brazilian girl in the band has a great voice, it's just too bad she doesn't sing from her heart as on the debut. She sounds like she's bored on "All About Us" and so repetitive on the title track that I started screaming just so I wouldn't hear her repeat the chorus another time! Their subject matter carries so little meaning I wonder if their record label lobotomized them after they wrote such classics as "Don't Stop" "Pussy" and "Dance Till The Morning Sun"...