October 7, 1992

You gotta believe? Believe what?

October 9, 1992

Mark is sorely deficient in the two key hip-hop disciplines: He can’t rhyme and he can’t rap.

October 12, 1992

The tracks are generic, up-tempo, first-pumping party anthems that lack substance.

October 23, 1992

Marky Mark is sure to be accused of riding the wave of his brother's success, but that criticism would be unfair. This album is fun.

October 24, 1992

Unfortunately, most of this 55-minute disc is just redundant.

November 5, 1992

I wouldn't put my shirt back on or pull up my pants to waist level just yet,

December 11, 1992

Grim.

December 13, 1992

A potentially disastrous recipe that succeeds by minimising adolescent goo and concentrating on hefty sinews of medium-core funk-drenched rap grooves.

December 21, 1992

What really counts is what's on the record – and that's pretty good.

January 9, 1993

The whole thing is listenable because the actual songs aren't at all bad.