Them Crooked Vultures
Them Crooked Vultures (DGC Records)
Well, of course it doesn’t (it’s Dave Grohl, Josh Homme and John Paul-freaking-Jones—come on!).
Next question: Does it rock socks and blow freaking minds?
The problem (and, ironically, what keeps this album interesting) is that Grohl and Co. recognize that there are many gray shades of kick-you-in-the-face hard rock. Queens of the Stone Age is not Led Zeppelin. Hell, Foo Fighters aren’t even Nirvana. Sure, players can adapt their styles to mesh with a new ensemble. The closing circular riffing of “No One Loves Me & Neither Do I” and “Bandoliers”—the one track that could fit in any of the catalogs from the three members’ flagship bands—prove that. But then “Scumbag Blues” just rehashes 40-year-old Cream licks. And “Gunman” pulls a Man Who Sold the World metal-era Bowie chorus. OK, that one’s actually kinda cool. You’d probably like it.