Alone again, naturally, after a decade of draining personality from Van Halen, hammy Sammy Hagar does okay by his bluesier selections and even pays tribute to forgotten rock heroes Count Five and Canned Heat. But other than some intermittent Led Zeppelin-lite rhythmic twists, the rest of Marching to Mars is a mix of macho bloat and navel-gazing vagueness. B-


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