I’ll be honest, if this band wasn’t consisted of two members from two of the best rock bands of the last 50 years – and Dave Grohl – I wouldn’t be the slight bit interested in this; the band’s name is awful, this song’s name is awful (it could be a MCR song title) and Jack White alone has made me sick to death of the recent wave of blues-rock revivalism.
Thankfully, my passing, former glory based interest in this potentially awesome fusion of Led Zeppelin, Queens of the Stone Age, and, er…The Foo Fighters is somewhat repaid by that juicy little 14 second snippet. It’s too small a window into whatever their doing to justify the huge expectations, I’m still quite pessimistic, but it is a rather nice riff. I like to think I’m open minded and quite cultured when it comes to music, appreciating subtly and the more nuanced aspects of sound; I listen to piano sonatas, love ambient music and so on, but I’ve got to admit that a huge clunking fist of a rock riff like the one below is so so satisfying on an unashamedly, air guitar playing, head-nodding, crotch thrusting level.
Ah, I think I’m going to have a Led Zeppelin and QOTSA riff-a-thon evening, might even throw some Foo Fighters in if I’m feeling generous.
Expectations: Raised, ever so slightly.
There’s also some blurry and bassy mobile phone records of their first live performance from a few days back that you can peruse if you’re really interested, though it’s near impossible to make anything out from them.