Queens Of The Stone Age: Ranking Their Game-Changing Albums

6. Era Vulgaris (2007)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E38DwXwpms0 It seems ever so slightly fruitless to denounce an album as €œmessy€ when ugliness is so inherent to its signature aesthetic. After taking to desert highways in Songs For The Deaf and haunted forests for Lullabies To Paralyze, Josh Homme€™s merry brigade seem to have psychologically ground out the sludgy, cracked Era Vulgaris in a disused factory. It€™s all there in the production: the guitars sound as if they are caked in grease and flecks of debris; the grooves and riffs revolve as if being churned from great hulking machinery, and Homme€™s own elocution plumbs even grottier depths. This rickety, scattershot approach allows for some pretty fun outings: €˜I€™m Designer€™ is a herky-jerky traipse through some of Homme€™s sleaziest sorcery, with cynical lyrics twisted through inside-out hooks and groaning guitar tones. Elsewhere, singles €˜Sick, Sick, Sick€™ and €˜3s and 7s€™ offer rip-roaring examples of QotSA€™s garage-tinged riffery at its finest. The issue is that amid all the sweat and scuzz, more than a few duds are belched out along the way. €˜Battery Acid€™ is the album€™s nadir: a work of disjointed glam-grunge which coughs along past its welcome; €˜Suture Up Your Future€™ fails to fully capitalise on the clanking ache of its opening moments; and as an opening statement, €˜Turnin€™ on the Screw€™ is strung along for far longer than its components can adequately manage. In all honesty, there€™s nothing truly appalling about Era Vulgaris. But when weighted against the other works in QotSA€™s canon its issues with consistency, engagement, and musical force can€™t help but seem conspicuous. Highlight: €˜Make it Wit Chu€™ It€™s the clear anomaly among its peers, but the scratchy genes of Era Vulgaris cause the understated bliss of €˜Make it Wit Chu€™ to sparkle that bit brighter. That bouncy, snare-happy rhythm propels some of the most supple guitar dynamics of QotSA€™s career along on an earworm-happy route, culminating in a pleasant old-school hook, and some nice twangy soloing. The result is laidback, lithe, and - yes - quite lovely.
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