Reception
In a review upon the album's release, Rolling Stone gave it three-and-a-half out of five stars and commented that "this album discusses love, lost, found and reclaimed, and lust over grinding, pounding synth grooves". In his consumer guide for The Village Voice, critic Robert Christgau gave the album a "dud" rating, indicating "a bad record whose details rarely merit further thought". Los Angeles Times writer Connie Johnson stated "Sweat's debut album 'Make It Last Forever' caught fire largely because of producer Teddy Riley, and his absence is strongly felt on this Sweat-produced follow-up". Greg Sandow of Entertainment Weekly complimented Sweat's vocals and singing style, but wrote that "despite all this passion, there's no obvious pop hit on the record Most of the tracks sound interchangeably slow and steamy". In a retrospective review, Allmusic editor Alex Henderson called the album "a respectable disc that sounds consistently heartfelt and sincere", writing that "For all its high-tech production gloss and use of hip-hop elements, this self-produced CD reminds you that Sweat is quite aware of the great soul music of the 1970s".
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