Queen of the Stoneage don't lose their ability to plunge in the knife when that's what the scene and the moment require. Life after all's a walking shadow as The bard 'quilled' and it always makes sense to have some dramatic flair. To have some semblance of fun while you're on alive if you can.
On Perfecth their latest and ninth album in all they strut and fret their hour upon the stage once more and it's just shy of forty minutes short of beaudacious guitar wizardry. and preening. One foot on on the speaker stand and grurning into the moshpit on their forthcoming global tour of ghastly enormodomes.
I took a while with this band but there comes a point at which you click into their pitch. And that moment has come for me. I doff my hat to them. They walk the highwire that describes how deeply and scary life can be. But how the best response is to get yourself up and dust yourself down. To stand up and spar until you hear the bell.
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