Two years after her breakthrough album Loner—a witty, woozy, and very personal New Wave odyssey—Rose returns with an appropriately glossy concept album about fame and misfortune. Over the course of Superstar’s 11 tracks, she follows a fictitious striver who dreams of big-screen stardom, for all the wrong reasons. “I’m moving to LA/A weekend in Paris/I’m gonna bask in fame/Fiji in a banana hammock,” Rose sings on “Got to Go My Own Way,” one of the album’s several bright-eyed vision-board boasts. They’re part of a doomed Hollywood journey Rose narrates through both gorgeously slow-burning anthems (“Nothing’s Impossible”) and synth-afflicted dance-floor jams (“Feel the Way I Want”). Superstar may not have the happiest of endings, but it’s alluring enough to make you hold out hope for a sequel.