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| Guardian |
 Starsailor emerged in 2000 in a wave of hype they could never hope to justify. As the spotlight fades, their fourth album makes a convincing case to bring it back. These are epic songs full of delicate strokes, Waterboys guitars and heartfelt passion. Writing about loves lost and lessons learned seems to have given singer/songwriter James Walsh real drive and focus, and Ronnie Wood guests to provide unlikely but perfectly suited Faces-style guitar. The songs have hooks big enough to land fish on, even the requiem for a tragic teenage star (You Never Get What You Deserve) and the pop at imperialist America (Stars and Stripes). With no one expecting it but themselves Starsailor have delivered....full text |
| Yahoo |
| ou'll have forgotten all about Starsailor, in that you probably haven't directed your antipathy or ire in their direction for as long as you can remember. They fell out of most people's orbit when Keane became the new face of the bedwetting brigade (© Alan McGee, 2000) and ergo the middle of the road band it was almost expected you hate. The tweedy four-piece from Chorley, Lancashire couldn't compete with that kind of emotional response when releasing albums as pedestrian as 2005's "On The Outside" - a record presumably bulked out in order to grant them access to bigger stages but that couldn't help sounding like a band walking old ideas through new FX pedals and expecting to pool platinum with U2 on the other side. Accordingly it sold poorly and people hated them in lesser numbers (which, if you're following the drift, is a bad thing). As is so often the case though all it takes is a fall to flush away fanciful tendencies and with "All The Plans" they revisit wholesale what it was that made them a draw in the first place (other than sounding a bit like Coldplay). Namely a confident, sober take on the Buckley back catalogues, both Tim and Jeff, melancholy served at room temperature and the tremendously rich, gusting vocal of James Walsh....full text |
| Musicomh |
| Ho-hum, another Starsailor album. You'd have thought the Chorley quartet would have taken the hint and packed it in long ago. Apparently, though, the prospect of being sold at £7.87 by supermarkets who will subsequently pick the album's corpse for advertising background music was just too tempting. Can you blame them? Yes. Yes, you can. Inevitably, of course, there'll be a few deluded critics who flagellate themselves with that most tired of music mantras: 'a return to form'. But what form are we talking about? In 2001, the nation's music press suffered an uncontrollable fit of Emperor's New Clothes syndrome, declaring Starsailor to be the next big thing. The narcotic effect of imagining a fat, naked man to be resplendently clothed is obviously bound to linger. Any child with eyes could see, of course, that Starsailor were, and remain, a bunch of hacks that copied as much of Jeff Buckley's sound as was necessary to cash in on the memory of that most talented man. Then, without any sense of shame, they went and nicked the name of one his Dad's albums for their own....full text |
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