Wembley Arena, London
Tearing up the rulebook, rock’s last remaining outlaws create a visceral, vast and heavy sound that is scoured of machismo and full of wit
You really don’t wanna make Josh Homme angry. But overzealous Wembley staff, training spotlights on an overexcitable audience, have only gone and done it tonight. “Security, these people can do whatever the fuck they want,” he drawls like John Wayne, if Wayne were 6ft 4in of hard-living rock hero, puffing on an illicit cigarette. “It’s Queens of the Stone Age. Go crazy.”
Homme might deal in a very old-school brand of masculinity but his band play heavy rock with every iota of hoary macho cliche excised, their brawny riffs crackling with wit and sensuality, and scoured of machismo – a revelatory, redemptive mission they’ve been pursuing for more than two decades.
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