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Rating: The band's name is very amusing, and the album title is just like the band's name. And Josh Homme plays the drums. We could stop here and say, “go and listen to it if you like”.
My first little voice said, “Hey Damaskinos, don’t you get it? It’s a whim of Homme, he just wanted to play some drums. He remembered leaving his schoolmate Jesse “the Devil” Huges in Desert Sessions 3&4 – we’ve reached 9&10 by now – brought him a guitar and a microphone and told him he could finally tell all his stories about girls, devils, and deserts.”
The second one said, “Hey Tanica, listen to this rhythm this boogie-rock and these simply garage riffs and the touches of blues and this falsetto voice and this service area vibe in the middle of nowhere. And then the drums, so divinely similar to a metronome.”
In short, it’s a love album, but also a hate album. With predictable but engaging sounds. Delirious lyrics, but tremendously fun. For those who hope in the present, but also dream of the future. For those who have the South in their veins and California on their tongues. For those who love Nick Olivieri's cameos but do not disdain Tim Van Hammel’s incursions (dEUS).
For those who do not refuse to connect to their website www.eaglesofdeathmetal/slims to download the entire concert at the Slims in San Francisco first, and then on www.foundryfilm.com/musicvideos/creeper/ for the trash-video of Midnight Creeper.
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