If Derek Zoolander made a record it would sound like Thirty Seconds to Mars: stadium rock so vapid and bombastic that if frontman Jared Leto were pulling off some kind of long-duration joke (this, inexplicably, is the band's fourth studio album: the previous two have both gone platinum) it would be genius. Sadly, though, this is humourless. When Leto rawk-emotes: "I'm 17 and looking for a fight", the generations weaned on My So-Called Life will see only teenage Jordan Catalano, a reminder that Frozen Embryos, the series's high-school band, had more going for them.
Thirty Seconds to Mars: Love Lust Faith + Dreams – review
Hermione writes for the Observer New Review section on books, music, theatre and feminism.