The Atari Star

Moving in the Still Frame

by Erin Hucke


OK everybody, let’s play a little game here. Here we have a band called The Atari Star. I was initially attracted to their first release, a CD/EP called Moving in the Still Frame because of the title. I knew I had heard that phrase before, and after a few minutes of brain scanning, I finally placed it. “Moving in the still frame” is a lyric from R.E.M.‘s “Low” (Out of Time). Coincidentally, The Atari Star cites the band Low as one of their influences. I’m back where I started.

“What do we learn from all this?” you question. I don’t know. Not much, I suppose. After all, I’m not sure where The Atari Star plucked their title from. Maybe my guess at an origin is wrong. But I do know one thing: the title echoes the album artwork so completely. Old black and white photos with a sienna tinge cover the CD inserts. Looking at the photos, you start to see how the images within them can appear animate while the photograph is physically inanimate and unchanging.

cover art

The Atari Star

Moving in the Still Frame

(Johanns Face)

In some unexplainable audio/visual relationship, it makes sense to describe the music this way too. Light vocals offer sentimental lyrics, often more melodically spoken than they are sung. Gentle, mostly upbeat guitar progressions blend with light drumming and subdued keyboards and piano. All together, the music has that innocent, homemade, unmistakably indie rock sound.

The first paragraph was my round at the six degrees separation: The Atari Star edition. Maybe it was a bit stretched; after all, I just ended up making a circle. But now it’s your turn. Here let me give you a starting point. The band’s first full length album comes out in April 2001. It’s called Shrp Knf Cts. Good luck with that title.

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