Tag: QOTSA
-
Queens of the Stone Age – Live In London
Josh Homme has come a long way since his formative teenage years when his band, Sons of Kyuss, filled the hot, star-filled Palm Desert sky with cacophonous noise, bonfire smoke and teenage attitude, playing gear powered by generators to a seething crowd of bored desert kids. A far cry from tonight, where Josh Homme has…
-
Blues For The Red Sun: The Story of Josh Homme and Kyuss
Chris Goss was driving through the Palm Desert in 1988, a couple of hours drive from LA, on his way to launching the career of one of rock’s most important figures of the next century. He just didn’t know it yet… Goss was the producer and band leader of Masters of Reality. He was on…
-
In The Audience of Later…with Jools Holland: The Iggy Pop Episode
Iggy Pop was a force of nature on Later… with Jools Holland on Tuesday night, and I was fortunate enough to be there in the studio audience to witness Iggy lay waste to the cozy, boogie-woogie-piano-infested waters of Maidstone, Kent – where the show is filmed. It was an evening of surprises. With Josh…
-
Josh Homme Plays Rare Live Acoustic Show At Meltdown: Royal Festival Hall
For those more used to seeing Josh Homme with his band Queens of the Stone Age from the perspective of a seething, frenzied mosh pit at some of London’s less salubrious venues such as The Forum and Brixton Academy, last night presented a rare chance to see a more dignified acoustic solo show by Mr…
-
Masters of Reality – Live at O2 Islington Academy – Review
Masters of Reality played the O2 Islington Academy last night and gave the performance I had been waiting twenty five years to see, with a powerful, career spanning set. I have seen Masters of Reality twice before. The first time was in 2001. Josh Homme and Nick Oliveri were in the band, but the only…
-
Queens of the Stone Age – …Like Clockwork Review
June 2003. As I was carried above the heads and outstretched hands of an ecstatic Brixton Academy audience, (hoping no-one would a) grab me in a delicate place b) drop me or c) pick my pocket) crowd-surfing for the first (and last) time in a defiant protest against being thirty three years old, I realised…
Every record tells a story 