Gotta pay tribute to the man who’s probably saved more lives than Trump ever will.
Off their album Orchid (1995), “In Mist She Was Standing” is well-textured in all its addictive, intricate dynamics.
Strictly speaking, “Wo Qui Non Coin” is neither jazz or blues, but borders on both. If anything, it’s a hum sandwiched with layers of indecipherable lyrics that oozes with joie de vivre. Composed by Japan’s jazz/blues master Yoko Kanno of the Seatbelts, “Wo Qui Non Coin” is tinged with playful elements characteristic of jazz and sprinkled with some bluesy lassitudes. And as the fake French blends in with sweet flute whistles, easing in and out until it ends, you’d agree this song is beautiful—simply beautiful.
Trivia: “Wo Qui Non Coin” seems to be a corruption of the first line in the lyrics “Boku no koino ga” (supposedly talking about some lost puppy).
“Heather’s Prayer” disarms you with heavy catchy riffs that stay in a melodic, progressive bed with Kat’s ultrafeminine input. While this is a slight divergence from their debut sound, the lyrical theme seems to be of the same grim calibre, albeit lighter in poetic quality.
Three words, baby—sexy, dark, subliminal. It reeks of an ominous period; it is rushed but polished, perfect but never boring. Queens of the Stone Age’s sixth studio album, Like Clockwork, will disappoint if you expect it to coddle the die-hard QOTSA fan in you. You get a taste of the signature QOTSA intensity with the succinct “My God is the Sun” or the Era Vulgaris tonalities in “Smooth Sailing.” But you’ll have to take this as the better pill: the Black Flag sludge that became part of the old QOTSA sound is a goner. The pop smashes in “I Sat by the Ocean” work on your sensibilities like maple syrup, as “Kalopsia” explodes with hues of dejection but clears out with disheveled whatevers.
Like Clockwork is a plod to a sin city destined for salvation, with a warning saying, “I refuse to go through and be fazed by that pigeonhole (or the lack thereof).” You can’t help wishing it to be a lot louder, most probably, but Like Clockwork is a masterpiece in its own right—not just because QOTSA can do whatever they want, but because, hot damn, this album proves QOTSA’s unpredictable, godlike genius.