Review Of Eagles Of Death Metal

Before I embark on my voyage into the all-too-mighty splendor that is Peace, Love, and Death Metal by Eagles of Death Metal (pron. Ee-gah-les Oh-f Deh-th Mea-tah-el), allow me to give you four completely made up words that shall sufficiently describe every emotion you shall feel when placed within an audible radius of its sweet musical joy: bluesimongified, funktasmic, euphoriatasmological, and, of course, bootygroovitible. Now, with that said and done, allow me to explain why the Eagles of Death Metal are so damn good, I chose to create not one, but four new words to illustrate their melodic magic.

To start off this shindig of an adventure, allow me to first give a little background on the group itself. Eagles Inc. is made up of a strong power-bond between three equally awesome band members: Josh Homme on sick-nasty drums (also of the bands Queens of the Stoneage and Kyuss), Tim Vanhamel on floor shakin' bass (also of the band Millionare), and Jesse "the Devil" Hughes on lead vocals and whammy-bar-guitar. When combined, they spawn a new super genre of music, known only as Jive Hustlin'-Rock n' Roll-Blues.

But wait, I know what your thinking; "...hey Jonathan, how could a band possibly be both Bluesy and Jive Hustlin'?" Ah, therein lies the reason why the mighty Eagles of Death Metal are so delightfully exquisite. You see, since the death of the King (I speak of none other than the late, great, Elvis Aaron Presley), no one has truly been able to bridge a gap between the thick-smoked soul of Blues and body-tremblin' heart of Rock n' roll. As a result, for almost thirty years, ancient street-musicians predicted that either a band, composed of three melodious saints, would save the world from an impending rock-music apocalypse, or all would be lost to one hippity-hoppity Warlock, simply donned "Half-a-Buck". In fact, just two months before the release of Peace, Love, and Death Metal, one fearful student, a certain Mr. John Smith, was heard to cry, "...where in God's name has all the Jive Hustlin'-Rock n' Roll-Blues gone?! Am I going insane?! AHHHH! AHHHH! AHHHHHHHHH!" (**Editors note**: Unfortunately, Mr. Smith wasn't available to give a statement on the status of modern rock music, as he was permanently disfigured by the Jive Hustlin'-Rock n' Roll-Blues drought of 1977-'04, and was most recently spotted eating paint chips in Tijuana while listening to the Dixie Chicks.)

The unfathomably wise Eagles of Death Metal understood their mission, and gave birth to an album that would provide the world with an adequate dosage of Rhythm and Blues to shake it's butt off to. Thus changing the fate of every planet, universe, alter-universe, and stereo that stood between Nebula #5,002b and the Deep South.

When the album was first released, it immediately became most notorious for it's first track, which tells the tale of one self-proclaimed ladies man, who ain't got time for love, in the toe-tapping, finger shakin' single, "I