Live Sexy, Love Sexy, Rock Sexy

Eagles of Death Metal are actually the Rutles of sleaze rock. Or... something

Comments (0) By Lina Lecaro Wednesday, Mar 29 2006

This band has no inhibition and no conscience. This is about the moment you’re having fun. Queens is about that too, but it’s also those moments leading up to and after. But joke band? Hell, no. I say that that comment is why my three-record plan is going to work in spades. On the first record, there was no expectation. We did it in two days. I’m playing drums. Jesse’s singing. There’s no bass. We knew it’d be so easy for people to say, “He shouldn’t be playing drums. Who’s this coattail rider with him? Where’s the bass? And why is it so underproduced?” So with this album, no one’s gonna see this shit coming. Whoever knows Eagles already, when they hear this, they’re gonna be like, whoa. ’Cause this album ain’t no joke. And after this one, just wait ?and see.

What does the future hold for Eagles?

The Eagles of Death Metal • Death by Sexy • Downtown • Live at the Gibson Amphitheater with the Strokes • Thursday, March 30 • At Coachella • Saturday, April 29 (Photo by Chapman Baehler)

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One world under a united mustache. After a good show, we say the crowd has been ’stached.

Any plans in the future for you to grow a ’stache?

No. I don’t do that. Here’s the deal. What we’re trying to say here is you gotta be you. I can’t grow a mustache for a few reasons: a) I look stupid, like I work at Chief Auto; b) I can’t really get one to grow; and c) That’s Jesse’s deal. I gotta be me.