Recorded in 1986, it shows the band at its most heavy and least experimental. For fans who’ve tired of the band’s increasingly experimental and spotty output.
Nick Oliveri’s meth-riddled, screeching 13-year old Queens of the Stone Age persona is given an album’s worth of space in which to jump around and break stuff.
An odd mix of high-octane gonzo rock produced noisy in places and high-school metal band shitty in others. Pure American yahoo: Guns, booze’n’titties dirt rock.
For all the “chaos,” they’re pretty predictable. They play soft, you know it’s gonna shift to thrash. They play loud, you know they’re gonna shift into jazz.
A left-of-center, high energy, melodic Naked City. Avant-guard vocal harmonies mixed with rock-trio sounds, albeit through a prism of serious weirdness.