The Eagles of Death Metal, sound not like The Eagles, nor death metal, but instead sound like a honky-tonk bastardization of QOTSA. In other words, utter perfection. The album makes you want to get up off your couch from writing music reviews and go swing dancing. In fact, Speaking in Tongues was so inspirational Nike(the shoe company, not the Greek goddess) used it for one of those "you suck, get out and do stuff" commercials, and I'm not going to deny it, for a split second I almost felt like getting up off my ass and doing something productive.
Instantly classic guitar riffs, cheery twangy vocals, drums any 5-year-old could play, and quiet but quintessential bass lines. This album will have you snapping your fingers so hard they might fall off by the time Whorehoppin' (***, Goddam) finishes. Where you can then use your digit-less extremities to clap along to San Berdoo Sunburn.
They're not trying to bring back another genre. They're not trying to make a platinum-gold-silver record. They're not trying to please anyone but themselves. They are just trying to have fun and hope you'll join in with them.Of course, this album isn't for everyone, if you don't like upbeat, quirky, fun, having-a-helluva-time music, then just keep on browsing.
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