The problem is there's no impact or, in the words of The Kills, no wow. It’s partly because each way you turn there are artists who do what they are trying to do, only a lot better. If you want tales of morality and death from the American West then Johnny Cash is your man. If you want dirge-like sleaze then The Jesus and Mary Chain win hands down. Even Sons and Daughters rock better than the fast tracks such as 'No Girl in my Plan'. 'Wrong Meeting', unfortunately, sits somewhere in between them all - and doesn't better any of them.
The most loveable track on the album is the last one, 'Get out of my Kingdom', and a large part of that is because it sounds like TLS are enjoying themselves. For the first time on the album, Weatherall puts some humanity and joy into his voice, giving the track a knockabout charm that compliments Keith Tenniswood's melancholy guitar very well. 'Wrong Meeting' never really disproves the rule that bands formed by DJs aren’t as good as when they stay behind the mixing desk. David Holmes' Free Association, for example, never really hit the spot his compilations did. It's fitting, then, that TLS' best song, from their first album, is still 'Sex Beat' – a cover.