Review by: Farmer S. Sheep of Sheep's Pop Magazine
At the Melkweg, to be precise, where last year's Great White Rock 'n' Roll Hope, the Queens of the Stone Age, played a sold-out gig. Metal mongers, with the thickest of guitar sounds, as well as chemical connoisseurs of the highest acclaim, these people - unlike the Moldy Peaches, for all their loveable qualities - seemed like the perfect compendium for a doctor of journalism of a splendid Saturday night out on the tiles. Sure enough, despite the initial disappointment that bass player Nick Oliveri couldn't be arsed to play in the flesh on this occasion, the Queens still offered Rock 'n' Roll with the biggest of capitals. Playing all the top tracks off their both albums ("Lost Art Of Keeping A Secret", "Quick And To The Pointless", "Better Living Through Chemistry", "Regular John") they created a wall of sound Phil Spector could envy. Loud, fast and with just enough tunes to please critics who are paid too much money to be nitpickers, then blow it all up their collective noses - but I digress -, the Queens Of The Stone Age proved themselves the epitome of rock once more. Metal without being silly. No small feat.
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