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When EODM alpha male Jesse "The Devil" Hughes yelps "I am so lucky to be playing with this drummer" early on Peace, Love, and Death Metal, he's only half-joking. The singer-guitarist is also understating his case. The percussionist in question, Queens of the Stone Age frontman Josh Homme, was responsible for prodding grade school buddy Hughes into pursuing a career in rock after the professed porn and meth enthusiast crashed against the boulders of a nasty divorce a few years back. There's a lot of love on Hughes' fledgling ascent into the vertiginous heights of neo-Seventies blues-rock. He transmutes the unrequited kind (and his bizarre falsetto) to gold when he warbles "I feel like you already died" on the chorus of "Already Died," a gorgeous, minor-key confrontation with his former nestmate. The mustachioed raptor doesn't limit his affective energy to homo sapiens, either-or even the loveable monkey in "Bad Dream Mama." Hughes volunteers to swap saliva with Satan himself on "Kiss the Devil," an uptempo thumper that would have been perfectly at home in Fleetwood Mac's early repertoire. Handle notwithstanding, the roar of the corpse paint is nowhere to be found on this small-amp soiree, and peaceniks will be mightily disappointed with Hughes' apparent unwillingness to tackle the big issues. EODM revel in the particular and the intimate. They're not an arena band, or even a bar band.This is single-wide trailer rock, saturating your synapses the way bongwater seeps into dirty shag carpet.

"When EODM alpha male Jesse ""The Devil"" Hughes yelps ""I am so lucky to be playing with this drummer"" early on Peace, Love, and Death Metal, he's only half-joking. The singer-guitarist is also understating his case. The percussionist in question, Queens of the Stone Age frontman Josh Homme, was responsible for prodding grade school buddy Hughes into pursuing a career in rock after the professed porn and meth enthusiast crashed against the boulders of a nasty divorce a few years back. There's a lot of love on Hughes' fledgling ascent into the vertiginous heights of neo-Seventies blues-rock. He transmutes the unrequited kind (and his bizarre falsetto) to gold when he warbles ""I feel like you already died"" on the chorus of ""Already Died,"" a gorgeous, minor-key confrontation with his former nestmate. The mustachioed raptor doesn't limit his affective energy to homo sapiens, either-or even the loveable monkey in ""Bad Dream Mama."" Hughes volunteers to swap saliva with Satan himself on ""Kiss the Devil,"" an uptempo thumper that would have been perfectly at home in Fleetwood Mac's early repertoire. Handle notwithstanding, the roar of the corpse paint is nowhere to be found on this small-amp soiree, and peaceniks will be mightily disappointed with Hughes' apparent unwillingness to tackle the big issues. EODM revel in the particular and the intimate. They're not an arena band, or even a bar band. This is single-wide trailer rock, saturating your synapses the way bongwater seeps into dirty shag carpet.

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