Rock stars?
Bazooka? Not any time soon, and certainly not on the basis of this defiantly uncommercial album. The band had changed radically, with only
Vince Meghrouni remaining from the previous lineup, and the revised ensemble went even further in the direction of the avant-garde, exploring strange patterns of dissonance and repetition. The bandmembers can still play a fairly conventional jazz piece when they have a mind to, as in "Cyclops Dog," but they don't feel like doing that very often. Depending on whether you prefer the cool hip
Bazooka or the wild experimental version, you'll either love
Poor Mr. Rockstar or find it inexplicable, but it's pretty much guaranteed that you'll have a strong opinion.