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is Queens of the Stone Ages latest successful attempt to give music something it needs: a swift kick in the ass. It was recorded following the departure/sacking of bassist Nick Oliveri, who in the past had been a crucial punk rock grounder for these iconic desert dudes, leavening leader Josh Hommes more stoner-prog instincts. In hindsight, you could see that split coming, when you think about the bands previousSongs for the Deaf,
a wildly exploratory disc that careened from bronto-rock flame-ups (pushed by guest Dave Grohls most ferocious super-drumming) to cowboy campfire ditties to Gypsy carny sounds. The question was, where was it all leading?
its as if Homme had to determine finally whether or not QOTSA was a rock combo at all, and decided that it was. Thus,Lullabies
to bring a slightly reined-in experimentalism. These QOTSA albums never seem too much about Hommes career as a rock star, though: Theyre far more about where rock music can take you, a little bit about where it comes from, and a lot about what it should be. Homme seems to say that it should be something that makes you cock your head while youre tapping your toes or playing air guitar; you ought to be able to say huh? a lot when you hear the new heavy rock.
Theres a fever-dream air of both introspection and urgency to these new tunes, a characteristic QOTSA duality heard in the darkly pretty opener, This Lullaby, with guest Mark Lanegan on vocals and Homme on acoustic guitar, sort of hushing you into a false sense of cozy. But! A hilariously thrashing Medication quickly jump-cuts out, followed by Everybody Knows That You Are Insane, where a Dave Gilmourish slide electric sails like a bomber to Hommes choirboy croons under an avalanche of walled-in, itchy frenzy. While often heavy, QOTSA are not metallic per se, but they do make noisy, satisfyingly claustrophobic minor-key punk-underpinned pop that can accommodate a small world of other real interesting shit. Like Tangled Up in Plaid, which starts with a march, segues into another kind of march, and offers florid flourishes of Brian May/Tom Scholl 70s guitar frillery as an acoustic piano pumps away and a thousand guitars hammer and crow. Because the thing is loaded with Hommes characteristically great English pop chord structures and melodic acuteness, its light-years away from Kyuss or any stoner rock, circling more somewhere in the heady vicinity of Jeff Lynne and Roy Woods the Move.
is gifted with pertinent contributions from a smart core unit of ex-everybody bassist Troy Van Leeuwen, former Danzig tub-smasher Joey Castillo and the great Alain Johannes on bass, guitar and about a hundred other things. A few others dropped by, such as Garbages Shirley Manson on sultry vocals, Masters of Reality boss Chris Goss and, dig it, ZZ Tops Billy Gibbons on guitar and singing. (Billy said he liked QOTSA cause theyre kinda eccentric and he can relate. On the happy/depraved Burn the Witch, he rips a funky little solo with one of his patented whistling harmonics his beard hit the strings!) Meanwhile, Burn the witch/burn to ash and bone, says Homme, and thats all you really need to know. But notice how painterly Hommes settings of these largely improvised concoctions are even when they wander into queasy limbo vagueness, he always finds a peculiarly logical way of yanking you back down to Earth.
Its a unique effect for the brain, but it also hits the body hard. In My Head, Little Sister, I Never Came, The Blood Is Love, Someones in the Wolf these strange rock parables amount to a lot of prime obscuranza from some very wicked minstrels, as if youve got to be humorously cunning to ward off the evil. A densely packed beautiful noise to savor,Lullabies To Paralyze
also is like a descent into someones hell, yours possibly, or at very least one very odd dream.
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