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Everyothers’ frontman-guitarist Owen McCarthy is sinewy and oddly graceful, his kohl-eyed élan is topped with gene-perfect locks and runway model cheekbones — picture an English country gentlemen caught in some Warholian idea of perfected New York decadence. McCarthy is graced with celebrity skin and he should be a star. What else in life is there for him? Probably not much; so what’s bad for McCarthy is good for us because the music is better when its creator has little else (all the greats taught us that one). It lifts straight from the bottom of his swollen little heart and shoots from the top of his huge, many-octave vox. We’re talkin’ star, kids.The kind they don’t make anymore, like Brian Ferry, like Ian Hunter; shit, like old David what’s-his-name, even. Better, he’s literate and his songs are peppered with verse and couplets that are flip and sensitive, so they hit on varying levels, they work the imagination. Don’t believe us? Just listen.

Joel B. Cannon’s appropriate bored indifference on stage and his airy, almost relaxed harmony-fat chording pins him down as a guitar hero. And he is.

John Melville’s the best rock ’n’ roll drummer in New York City. Everybody knows it. That’s cool, but what we like is that he looks like he just crawled out of some Cork City pub, a tome ofEliot tucked into his armpit, hair nowhere near perfect.

Bassist Ben Toro is quiet, of course. But his counterpoint-and-anchor bass runs and outscissored legs bookend nicely with Cannon and the Rock Star.

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Old Creem magazine writer Jeffrey Morgan often sites the Everyothers in his current writings as if it’s a given that the whole world knows who they are. It’s a cheeky move, almost elitist, but Morgan knows what’s what. He uses the Everyothers as a barometer, the standard by which other rock ’n’ roll groups are judged. No band ever comes close. It’s good thinking and Morgan should know. And so should you. So what’cha gonna do about it? Huh?

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Pure hitsville, daddy-O. The new Kill Rocks Stars EP, Pink Sticky Lies, is rife with ’em. Here’s what’s weird: The songs could’ve worked on an early Cheap Trick record and a mid-period Bowie album! So it’s easy to see that contemporaries like the Strokes ain’t got nothin’ on the Everyothers. In fact, if "Too Far" and "Dive With You" don’t ping-pong between your ears for days than you might just be dead, because rock ’n’ roll ain’t. Not yet, anyway.

-Brian Smith