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All My Favorite Rock Stars Are Dead
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Rating: NR/10 ?


February 14, 2000
Under normal circumstances I wouldn't have taken the time to write Slater a review. You see, All My Favorite Rock Stars Are Dead is a rather typical seven-song romp through party-pumping (the intro track boasts, "We started a fire/ and we ain't got no water") guitar soloing, punk inflected rock and roll. All My Favorite Rock Stars Are Dead happens to be oddly listenable and - with the exception of a lyric or two and some vocal backups (but we'll get to that in a second) - surprisingly manages to sidestep that queasy feeling that accompanies almost every CD of this sort that comes out of my review pile, but I have been persuaded by the single piece of paper with an earnest plea for a review hand scrawled on it that accompanied this album to give it a chance to grab some reader attention. Approach with tact, ask nicely, and ye shall receive.

Up front, I have to state that this is just not my bag anymore, but I am going to make an honest attempt to deliver a constructive critique. The first proper track "Can't Get Through" rips open with a strong, catchy riff, a fuzzed out bass line, and a vocal track that feels comforting and familiar. It's just when the song fleshes itself out in distorted power chord hooks and palm-muted verses that I find my interests instantly relegated to whatever else I was doing just before I put the disc on. "Animal" continues on in the same vein, with a Jerome Bettis-endorsed, heaping, Dinty Moore Stew-sized helping of power chords, pick slides, a note that goes a bit flat on the main vocal, and some hokey background "yeah, yeahs". But oddly enough somehow I find all this to be dismissible by the fact that the music seems to exude nothing more than an intention to search for, as Poison would say, "nothing but a good time" and how can I resist? But that brings us to the aforementioned awful lyrics, one in the song "All the Birds Are Flying", which I will only go so far as to say involves a bit about some fellatio and makes me want to die about as bad as it does the character in the song, and the second just happens to concern the lazy end rhyming in the following cut "Friends". Filling out the EP, "Seasick" also has a quite a rock riff anchoring it, although it progresses the same as the other tracks found here, and "Amfrd" is easily the most sonically interesting and experimental track on the recording.

So really these guys just caught me in a good mood and I don't feel like tearing some random band a new one right now - I'll put that off until next week - but maybe, just maybe, this Social Distortion-meets-Jimmy Eat World-crossbred-with-every-punk-band-in-your-hometown will cause some random fifteen year old A.C. to party hard, but stay in school, and just maybe he'll be Saved By The Bell. So here's to growth and development on your next record Slaterů

Reviewed by Mark Skipper
Mark Skipper currently resides in Nashville, TN where he can be found skipping shows, drinking Guinness, making bad home recordings, and complaining about how much music sucks these days.

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