Cheesey? Maybe. True? Definitely. There's something about Stars' sound that makes me lie down and
dream about unicorns and trolls playing golf in a liquid park. Then one of the unicorns goes to the sparkling
bush beside a bug-eyed rabbit and releases a turd ball that explodes into a rainbow extending to the end
of eternity. I can't promise you that you'll get the same visions as me, but I can promise you that you'll
like this band. I wont though because whether you like them or not is subjective and that's
something i can't promise. Promises shouldn't be overused. They lose credibility when they're
done too often.