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Eagles Of Death Metal
Heart On

To begin, an album that holds no real surprises. It wears its…heart on…its sleeve (ha ha). The third Eagles Of Death Metal album sticks pretty much to the same scuzzy rock formula of its predecessors. Never going to make any lists for artistic ingenuity or technical prowess, but then when an album is as fun as this, I don’t care that it’s all based around three or four distorted chords and an outdated chauvinistic good-time sentiment. It’s all fag butts and smeared lipstick. In a good way. This isn’t quite as consistent as last year’s Death By Sexy: ‘Solo Flights’, for example, is a bit of a plodder. The vast majority of tracks, though, are quality little rock tunes. Indeed, there are indications that this is a band capable of more than just arranging a big party; the best example being the slow-build of closer ‘I’m Your Torpedo’, which wouldn’t feel out of place on a Queens Of The Stone Age record, in spite of its slight electronic edge. All told, this isn’t going to change anyone’s world, but it will rock it quite hard.