The final album of all-new music released under the
Partridge Family banner was also a harsh reminder of just how completely
David Cassidy's solo career had eclipsed the nest in which he'd hatched. The album itself stiffed in commercial terms, failing even to spin off a decent hit single, while the performances all lean a lot closer towards the
Cassidy solo ideal -- soft ballads, tight rockers -- than the all-for-one harmonies and joy that characterized the
Partridges' earlier releases. It is still an entertaining record, of course, but the old exhilaration is sorely missing, as though the entire album was squeezed, blood from a stone-style, out of a wholly less than enthusiastic crew. And at the end of the day, the album's failure should be no surprise. The world had moved on from the days when the
Partridges ruled the roost; so had
David Cassidy. And, after this album, so had everybody else.