Tag: Queens of the Stone Age
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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…
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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…
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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…
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Drenge – Live at the St Moritz Club, Soho
The St Moritz club is named after a part of the world more normally associated with Swiss efficiency. I don’t approve. To paraphrase Orson Welles, what did 500 years of peace get Switzerland? The cuckoo clock? I can only assume the name for this venue is somewhat ironic, as the St Moritz club, Soho is…
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Rock’s Greatest “Lost” Records of the Eighties: #1 – Masters of Reality – Blue Garden
Masters of Reality – Blue Garden There’s only one thing better than discovering new music and new bands: and that’s discovering old music and old bands that you have not heard before. (NB. There are of course many things that are more fun than both, but this is a family website, and I will…
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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…
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