From the 11-07-03 issue:

On TLFR, nice-guy pop-metal survivors Bon Jovi reinvent their youthful mall epics as acoustic adult reflections. Except for the druid-dancing WDOA, and the raspy, honky-tonk Bad Name, their arena-shouters--always more Springsteen than Whitesnake--reveal surprising pathos. As a ballad, LOAP becomes a vow renewal and BTBMB is darkened by an ominous twang. The band's quest for meaning mostly pays off, though in this context, their occassional mentions of God take on an oddly evangelical tinge. B-, Laura Sinagra