Third Eye Blind: Out Of The Vein : Music Reviews : Rolling Stone

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This San Francisco pop-grunge quartet wants to be alternative rockers who are also huge stars -- not that there's anything wrong with that. The group's big, layered, maximum-projection sound is compromised not one whit by its busy guitars, drill-bit drumming and slam-bam choruses. But pop audiences dig the hooks, and with guitarist Kevin Cadogan gone, Third Eye Blind are as earnest and energetic as ever but sadly uncatchy. That leaves Stephan Jenkins' forays into the limo life as song fodder (could "Forget Myself" be about his liaison with Charlize Theron? One fervently hopes so) and a lot of chunky, glossy, widescreen rock that behaves -- but doesn't quite sound -- like the anthems of a generation.