Album Review: Motion Set by Major Stars

Major Stars’ head honcho, Wayne Rogers, knows his way around a solo. His skyward bursts blossom in a heaven far removed from the quagmires of impotent filler occupied by so many contemporary six-string slingers. His fleet, incendiary streams feel spontaneous, alive, even vital. They are the antithesis of say, present-day Kirk Hammett’s sexless, soulless wah-wah semaphore, a web of corpulent corporate contusion phoned in for the latest Metallica bloat.

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Some bands stubbornly resist musical change no matter how long they’ve been together. Thank goodness Boston’s Major Stars are one of them. For nearly two decades, their screaming, distorted, power-hungry, pedal-pushing brand of post-psychedelia has garnered them a steady, enthusiastic, if not large fan base. They aren't ambitious, either -- they issue a record when they have enough new songs to consider releasing them.

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