Hearing
Queens of the Stone Age's long out of print debut many years after its initial 1998 release does pack the shock of revelation:
Josh Homme's tightly wound blueprint for
QOTSA was in place from the very beginning. Where
Homme's previous outfit,
Kyuss, were all about expansion,
Queens of the Stone Age were about compression,
Homme stripping stoner rock to its essence -- riffs as heavy as granite, solos as spacy as the desert sky. The songs on
Queens of the Stone Age are shorter, pulled into focus by grinding fuzz riffs that anchor the proceedings even when the instrumental sections begin to drift into the ether. Another distinguishing factor in
Queens of the Stone Age is that
Homme writes full-blown songs -- pushing their two best songs,
"Regular John" and
"Avon," to the front, giving them room to float later on -- so the album isn't just about instrumental interaction, but the crucial difference is that this isn't music solely for disaffected males. There is sex and swagger to
Queens of the Stone Age, there's a swing to the rhythms, there's a darkly enveloping carnal menace buttressed by muscle and lust that keeps the album from being an insular stoner headpiece. Certainly, there's enough sinewy force to suggest the mighty brawn of
Rated R and
Songs for the Deaf;
Homme retained enough of the desert spaciness of
Kyuss to give
Queens of the Stone Age an otherworldly shimmer, a hazy quality he later abandoned for aggressive precision, so this winds up as a unique record in his catalog, a place where you can hear
Homme's past and future intertwining. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine
