When the needle hits the grooves of We Are the Star People,
listeners instantly drift away to a celestial arena where endless
stacks of amplifiers drench and bathe them in sonic overdrive
bliss. The doors of the cosmos stretch open upon a spiritual
haven where Tony Iommi and Ace Frehley freely trade guitar
licks with Marc Bolan and George Harrison. Majestic, timeless
and epic—Turn Me On Dead Man conjures the fantastic-ness
of the nebulas with power-chords so heavy and melodies so
sweet.
While the band frolics in a lysergic glam rock playground,
their songs touch on things much deeper and more surreal.
Does the title track refer to native Americans invaded by outsiders
or is it a play on the Hollywood star mentality? The mighty
“Dreamchild” is a pure pop song of redemption; “Deep Space
Pollen” is space rock at its finest with druggy vocals yearning
to understand the UFO / alien abduction phenomenon. “Let
Them Eat Flowers” is psychedelic perfection, and “Heart of the
Deaf,” the most traditional tune on the album, provides a free
tarot reading with every play.
We Are the Star People encompasses what analog is all
about—an album born for the LP format, a document for the
ages that needs to be held in one’s hand. Recorded on two-inch
tape like a record should be, turn it up loud, burn out and head
into space at warp speed. Is it the ’70s? Is this the ’90s? No
man, it’s now!
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