The album comes across as incredibly tired, we're dealing with an annoyingly definable pop-rock. I mean annoyingly definable because the album doesn't survive beyond the first listen, and to define it you would need to listen again searching for more precise musical connotations: something the very disappointing "Teenage Fanclub" don't deserve. No no no. After listening, it's essential to cleanse your ears by listening to something else, even "Gentle Giant" would do.
A sparse cover and a semi-amateur booklet often indicate an interesting production, though often they mean nothing because it's not the cover that makes the album (teenage docet). The great reviewer always concludes by recommending the album to someone; well, I don't think the "Teenage Fanclub" can have a target audience. If I had to mention someone, I'd say the album might be useful for those poor editors working on weddings: if you're looking for "beds" of music for chaotic scenes where guests are stuffing themselves, the "Teenage Fanclub" are right for you. But maybe not.