This record floats between good and bad music, especially the specially arranged tunes on side B. The album's sound sits right in-between The Beatles and The Byrds, except one song,
Tell Me To My Face, it's a Latin guitared bossa nova with steel drum, that might sound stupid, but it's by far the best number on the record. Title track's,
Stop! Stop! Stop!'s theme is a bit unorthodox, being about a man obsessed with a belly dancer, as she dances she gets closer and closer, he gets to the boiling point with his obsession torn between wishing she'd stop the dance or just jumping on stage to grab her, which he does, then he gets tossed in the street by his shirt collars, guess he should have Stop, Stop, Stopped!
