After my 'All In The Family' based on the members of Kyuss, I thought it prudent to continue with the subject and focus my debut 'Bands I Should Like, But Don't' on one of the best-known of the off-shoots of the legendary stoner rockers: Queens of The Stoneage, and the following off-shoots, Them Crooked Vultures and Eagles of Death Metal, basically anything that Josh Homme has his hands in.
Queens of The Stoneage is such a band, melding the heavy fuzz rock/metal of Kyuss with the pop orientation of bands that dominate the 90s alt-rock radio stations. I suppose calling them alternative-stoner is an apt title, it sums them up fairly well, and like everything tagged 'alternative,' it really doesn't mean anything. The only thing you could possibly get from that is it's not the stoner fans know and love, which again, is a decent description.
Sense my musical revolution within college (beginning in 2005) I have gone back and given them another couple of tries, but I can never make it through their first album or two. I remember a couple of years ago trying to do it, but failing, and I remember I tried again in the beginning of 2010, but quit after struggling through their first record. Before I began this article, I was thinking about trying to give them another try, originally thinking it's been a long time, but now I remember that it was recently, too recent to try again.
Moving now from Queens of The Stoneage, I want to touch on the other two offshoots that have Josh Homme at the helm; Them Crooked Vultures and Eagles of Death Metal. I was thinking about writing another article dedicated to these two acts, but honestly, it would be pretty much the same rants as above, just with a different subject matter. So I'm killing two birds with one stone.
Alright I've said my piece, and now I feel better and can move on. To sum up, Queens of The Stoneage are too alternative pop for me, not enough stoner rock. I can handle a couple of songs when they pop up on my friends' mix in their car, but any more then that and I'm gouging my eyes out with a rusty spoon (which I keep on me at all times in case of the eye-gouging need). I'm on the fence for Them Crooked Vultures, who I think warrant one more listen before I throw down the gavel on their career. I'm in no rush to do so, but it needs to be done. And finally, Eagles of Death Metal can go fuck themselves, I don't care. Shitty, shitty, shitty.