“There’s nowhere in the fuckin’ world we’d rather be right now!” he yells. Homme looks like a dirty preacher with a manicured beard and ’stache, and he’s grinning ear to ear the whole way through. But they’re also unselfconscious, Troy Van Leeuwen and Dean Fertita performing all the ripping, finger-stretching bluesy solos alongside Homme without any of the pretension, and they’re not afraid to be languid either, letting those filthy detuned chords linger. It’s the most danceable alt rock out there, as proven by The Way You Used to Do from the album Villains, unleashed about halfway through the set (sure enough, feet don’t fail us now).
They sound like sex and whiskey with an edge of dangerous nihilism. By the time they’re busting out No One Knows an hour later, the audience stretches back to the tents and are yelling the riff back at them.
When they open with a blistering doubler of Go With the Flow and The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret, there aren’t many bodies any further back that the mixing desk. And actually, over the course of the night, QOTSA get the crowd they deserve. The entire set is like the opposite of Royal Blood’s recent onstage tantrum. Grinning ear-to-ear … Josh Homme of Queens of the Stone Age performing on the Other stage.
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