No One Cares is the last of the '50s torch song collections so crucial to Frank Sinatra's legacy (there would be more to come in subsequent decades). While it's no surprise to find Sinatra penetrating straight to the sorrowful core of exquisite weepers like "I Don't Stand a Ghost of a Chance" and "Stormy Weather," he extends his reign of melancholy to the likes of "I Can't Get Started" and "I'll Never Smile Again," underlining the inherent despair in songs that had often been sung to considerably less sorrowful effect in the past. By this time, Gordon Jenkins' lushly appointed arrangements—which had been featured so favorably a few years prior on Sinatra's similarly themed Where Are You?—felt like old friends keeping the singer faithful company on his rain-drenched, tear-stained treks through the long, lonesome night. The fact that Frank could turn around and explore the sunnier side of romance with equal aplomb on his next album, Nice 'n' Easy, makes his emotional spelunking on No One Cares seem all the more remarkable in retrospect.