It was just sort of an interesting take on the group and I thought I would share. A little strange and a little "out there" but, hey, it takes all sorts....!
From the book Popstrology: The Art and Science of Reading the Popstars
By Ian Van Tuyl
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1582344221/qid%3D1101593095/sr
page 284
Styx
If you were a poodle your name might be Satan.
The cursed river called Styx conjures chilling images of hellfire, damnation, and eternally tortured souls while the band Styx conjures images of piano ballads, Japanese robots and the incomparable stagecraft of Dennis DeYoung. To all but a cynical few, this seems to be serious disconnect but what you expect from one of most confused pop acts of the 1970s and 80s?
Your Birthstar could never decide between prog rock and show tunes you see, but frankly neither could a significant segment of late seventies rock fans, who embraced Styx's internal conflict and the strange, delicate balance they struck between the rock hard and the syrupy soft and the flat out bizarre. Listen only to your Birthsong, Babe, and you might think your Styx was little more than REO Speedwagon with better voices. But set aside a weekend to plumb the depths of Mr. Roboto and if you're the type who abhors bland uniformity you'll say “Domo Arigoto Styx, domo”.
Thanks for being a hell of a lot more interesting than Toto, Foreigner and April Wine, and thanks for endowing me with the wacked-out but strangely lovable set of contradictions that make me who I am.
Constellation: Tip of the Ice Cube
Birth Song: Babe December 2-15-1979
Bugsy
