The book tries to claim that the only thing that's dated about this album is the cover (showing sniper sights on a burning building, which probably wouldn't go down well in these days of modern terrorism) but I'd disagree. This music sounds about as 80s as it possibly could; from the shiny production to the programmed drums, that apparently annoyed drummer Rick Allen so much that he threw a drum stick at the wall, where it embedded itself.
This is a big slab of glossy 80s stadium rock with all the epic-scale reverb the music could handle, flashy lead guitar breaks, and wailing harmonised vocals. I can understand the sentiment of the guy saying it hasn't aged, because to me, most the albums of my youth still sound as fresh to me as they did when I first heard them... though I can still hear all of the hallmarks of their (usually) 1960s and 1990s backgrounds.
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