In 1993, INXS tried to harden up their sound. It didn’t work. This album is their midlife crisis, yielding no hits and marking a sharp decline in sales, not even charting in the top 50 in the U.S. When they get slinky in the vein of their prior work, like on “The Gift,” they are at their best — it truly sounds like KICK with a rock heart. But they fall off the rails flailing for a hit on songs like “The Messenger,” which sounds like the Black Crowes. On the final track, “Viking Juice,” Hutchence does a cringe-worthy Jim Morrison–style spoken-word performance.

Full Moon, Dirty Hearts was received positively by critics at the time of its release, framed as a return to the band’s pub-rock roots — the roots established on albums released only in Australia, which are decidedly quite mediocre. They made ambitious videos for each track on the album and clearly believed they were on a course to re-define themselves. Instead, they took four years off before their next album, and when they reconvened, they returned to the sound of 1992’s Welcome To Wherever You Are.