by Josh

The band: The Osmonds
The album: The Plan
The “Concept”:

After putting out their lite-Led Crazy Horses, apparently about the perils of pollution (the “crazy horses” were smokestacks no-we’re-not-on-drugs), the singing brothers decided to put out a rock opera about Mormon eschatology in as vague terms as possible.

The execution: At its best moments, “The Plan” is a reminder that the distance between Mormon theology and ’70s glam is shorter than David Bowie or Mitt Romney would acknowledge, but at worst it’s a muddled mix of schmaltz and oblique spirituality. The “opera” is more like a Mama Mia floorshow, a Guffman-esque Elton John, but songs like “One Way Ticket to Anywhere” are so ingratiating in their stupid earnestness that it’s hard not to sing along.

For more see: The Plan