Scott Weiland spent so much time as a one-trick pony. Even in his softest work with Stone Temple Pilots and Velvet Revolver, his tunes could be best described as “guitar-heavy” and “furry.” Blaster is no different, though he has gone more glam than before. By the standards of the Weiland of old, Blaster falls softly short; its best flavors come from the handful of new touches.
A number of songs here sound like undeveloped ideas from previous bands: “Way She Moves” and “Amethyst” call back to ’90s post-grunge, but without the growl and scowl of Weiland’s best work, without the unpredictable flourishes of STP’s DeLeo brothers. There are strong experiments, but they’re few and far between; the funked up envelope filter riff of “Modzilla” doesn’t resemble much, and repeat listens turn what started out as a silly Kid Rock-esque ploy into an inescapable singalong.