WHO ARE THEY? Four Greek dudes who supposedly split their time between Athens and London — but sound like they were bred, born and brought up in the Mojave, just down the road from Josh Homme’s lair.
WHAT IS THIS? Their sophomore set of high-volume, high-velocity desert-rawk anthems straight from the Stone Age, despite its more contemporary titled.
WHAT DOES IT SOUND LIKE? A double-shot of testosterone with an adrenaline chaser — and a dash of STP for flavouring.
WHAT SHOULD IT BE TITLED? Songs From the Deaf.
HOW SHOULD I LISTEN TO IT? How loud does your amp go?
WHAT 10 WORDS SUM IT UP? Swaggering, muscular, creepy, threatening, extroverted, brash, confident, sexy, propulsive, stylish.
WHAT ARE THE BEST SONGS? Crunchy, hard-hitting riff-fests like Death Club and Dance Like a Reptile.
WHAT WILL MY FRIENDS SAY? ‘Hey, I’ve never heard this Queens of the Stone Age album before!’
HOW OFTEN WILL I LISTEN TO IT? At least a few times — they may sound like QOTSA wannabes, but at least they sound like damn good QOTSA wannabes.
IF THIS ALBUM WERE AN ANIMAL, WHAT WOULD IT BE? A giant lizard sunning itself on a rock.
SHOULD I BUY, STREAM OR STEAL IT? Hey, they’re the one who chose a name with the word radio in it.
