Let's count the clichés. Song one is the title track, so obviously the chorus is "it's not over, till it's over." Song two mentions going into the "danger zone." Song three is a power ballad with the line "I've got to show you my love." And the list goes on while the misery continues. At one time,
Shooting Star had a little depth (they even had a violinist), but they decided (too late) to jump on the hair band wagon. The results are awful. There's not a single decent track on this album.