Are you bored of bands making music about politics and the current tragic state of society? If your answer is yes you might want to check out Dear Superstar, a band who sound like they should have been born into the late eighties rock metal scene; they conjure up images of boozing, womanising and getting the fuck down. Taking the best parts of both the rock and metal genres by combining devastating riffs with brain melting solos and full on cock rock vocals, Dear Superstar are dragging leather clad hair metal by the scruff of the neck into 2012, and with interesting results.
The band have already enjoyed a pretty successful career touring with the likes of Motley Crue, Kiss, Metallica and Aerosmith as well as sharing stages with younger acts such as Buckcherry and Bullet For My Valentine.
The album serves its purpose incredibly well, giving you 10 tracks of ludicrously over-the-top rock and roll, with vocals not dissimilar from Ian Watkins of Lostprophets. The album seems to switch between rock and metal at an alarming rate, keeping each track energetic and fun. Songs such as ‘Turn To Dust’ and ‘Sirens’ have a clearer rock vibe to them with heavy flowing riffs and sing-along “whoa-oh” choruses, whereas album opener ‘Damned Religion’ has a much more classic metal feel, with spiky solos accompanying snarling yet understandable vocals.
Stand out tracks include ‘Last Rites’, a gloriously dark track seemingly about getting with a chick and preparing the two of you for death, vocalist Micky Satiar roars, “Screaming out my name, these are your last rites / Breath in breath out, your voice is just a whisper”. A band like Dear Superstar wouldn’t be a fine evolution of the bands they have taken inspiration from if they didn’t include a ‘lighters in the air’ ballad and this comes in the form of ‘Tomorrow’, with Saitiar‘s sickly sweet vocals howling over slightly softer guitar work and uplifting solos. However, it’s by no means a soft track, and they do find time to drop in a gratuitous breakdown mid way through.
Overall, if you’re a fan of classic rock and metal, this is a near-on perfect combination of the two and the music is devastatingly tight and refined, and certainly not a laughably poor imitation of the bands that paved the way for them. Dear Superstar have taken everything that makes rock and metal great and fused them together in an explosion of rock and roll arrogance and viscous metal. So crack open the whiskey, blow the dust from your leathers and get those devil horns in the air.
Written by Steven Potter