Major Stars
Return To Form
(Drag City)
What happens when Stevie Nicks joins Black Sabbath? Alas, nothing good. Major Stars has gone and shat some 40-odd minutes of someone's high school basement rehearsal tape all over a perfectly good CD, not only without apology but with the expectation that you will actually buy this from them. They have succeeded only in creating an abomination in the eyes of Apollo, or at best a soundtrack to teenage mullet-grooming in a trailer bathroom that doubles as a meth lab. Their songs are composed of thinly-disguised classic rock riffs peppered with arbitrary, self-indulgent time changes and descents into ill-conceived sonic pastiches of guitar feedback. The vocals ride that low vibrato that's so Nicks, but also showcase awkward, amateurish phrasing and cadence, and seem modeled after those of the worst male metal singers (Creed, anyone?). The only place they will likely be major stars is in their dreams. —Tom Sturm
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