Outerstar's debut is pleasant, varied pop ock that's well-produced, but also pretty hard to get a handle on as to where these guys are coming from. It's not odd or individualistic enough to get pitched to the indie or hip crowd, and not slick or heartless enough to make an assault on the mainstream. Variety and eclecticism are far better attributes to possess than lack, of course, but there's neither much of an identity nor a memorability to individual songs. They're adept at blending standard rock guitar-bass-keyboards with electronic textures. Nat Schellin's vocals (presumably multi-tracked to produce backups and harmonies, as Chris Martin doesn't sing) have passing resemblances to some of the more fey British vocalists in the glam-pop school originated by David Bowie decades previously. The words and tunes are faintly moody, reflecting a vague dissatisfaction with the way of the world. They're not too downbeat, though, and sometimes given a heavy rhythmic bottom or atmospheric synths, though ultimately the material lacks much distinction.