Scott Stapp has released an album that might make you like him

The redemption of Scott Stapp, the worst rock star of the 90s, begins here

Scott Stapp - The Space Between The Shadows
(Image: © Scott Stapp)

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Scott Stapp - The Space Between The Shadows

Scott Stapp - The Space Between The Shadows

(Image credit: Scott Stapp)

1. World I Used To Know
2. Name
3. Purpose For Pain
4. Heaven In Me
5. Survivor Side
6. Wake Up Call Side
7. Face Of The Sun Side
8. Red Clouds
9. Gone Too Soon
10. Ready To Love
11. Mary's Crying
12. Last Hallelujah

Long before Chad Kroeger, Creed frontman Scott Stapp was the punch bag for anyone who hated preening, self-regarding, multi-million-selling arena-grunge. The criticism wasn’t unwarranted – Stapp was a grade-A ballbag. 

Twenty years on, a combination of fading fame and struggles with addiction seems to have knocked some humility into him. That turmoil shapes this, his third album, which reads like a mea culpa from a man who realises what a pillock he used to be. 

What’s even more surprising is just how good The Space Between The Shadows is. There’s little of Stapp’s original band in the on-point modern radio rock of World I Used To Know and Red Clouds, while Face Of The Sun drops in a subtle reference to Amy Winehouse’s Rehab

It’s unlikely to change the fact that he’s viewed these days as that dude who used to be in some band with the Alter Bridge guys, but it does achieve the impossible and make you actually like Scott Stapp.

Dave Everley

Dave Everley has been writing about and occasionally humming along to music since the early 90s. During that time, he has been Deputy Editor on Kerrang! and Classic Rock, Associate Editor on Q magazine and staff writer/tea boy on Raw, not necessarily in that order. He has written for Metal Hammer, Louder, Prog, the Observer, Select, Mojo, the Evening Standard and the totally legendary Ultrakill. He is still waiting for Billy Gibbons to send him a bottle of hot sauce he was promised several years ago.