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For all of you with a valentines day's hangover.
The Tune for Today:
Them Crooked Vultures - No One Loves Me and Neither Do I
(....Yeah....uh.....ahhhahhhha)
Take a song from the first time you made me introduce them
She was looking, her mind just oblique
She called me baby, and was a mean lady with the song on the radio
So I told her I was rich, then she asked could I use a dirty bitch (of course)
Then she said, 'No one loves me... neither do I'
You get what you give,
And give goodbye
'n if I should vanish
Don't get caught off guard
Don't hold it against me
Unless it gets her
(oh...oi...oop...hoop!.............aaawhhha.....yea. ...aaawhhha..that's right...)
Well if sex is a weapon, then smash, boom, pow,
How do you like me now?
You can't always do it right, you can always do whats left
So I told her I was trash, she wait til after and said 'I already know...
I've got a beautiful place to put your face' and she was right,
And I said, 'No one loves me... neither do I'
It makes perfect sense,
So I heard her ask 'why?'
I've got tomorrow
'cuz life doesn't wait
You can keep your soul
I don't wanna soul mate
Cutting her loose, im ready to go
People in the world, your gonna lose control
Cut me a noose, im ready to go
People in the world, your gonna lose control
Cut me a noose, im ready to go
People in the world, your gonna lose control
Cut me a noose, im ready to go
People in the world, your gonna lose....
Huh
I know how to burn with passion
Hope nothing backfolds future ration
Give all you are, to not make haste
Save our revery, single taste
You get...cut
I know how to be controlled
Do what they said so, what your told
Quick to react, to break the box
Turn on queue, as your cell door locks
Behind you
I know how to be lost in lust
Not because you should, but because you must
It burns white hot, and so climbs the mile
This lightening strike isn't always cut
So use me up
Use me up
Review by Stephen Thomas Erlewine
Often, supergroups wind up dominated by one particular personality - think Eric Clapton in Derek & the Dominos, Jack White in the Raconteurs -- which makes the egalitarianism of Them Crooked Vultures all the more remarkable. Of course, when it comes down to it, it’s a group of three natural-born collaborators: John Paul Jones, the old studio pro who gravitated toward provocative partners after Led Zeppelin’s demise, teaming up with R.E.M. as easily as he did with avant-queen Diamanda Galas and nu-folkster Sara Watkins; Dave Grohl, who hopped into an empty drummer’s chair whenever the opportunity presented itself; and Josh Homme, who set up a mini-empire based entirely on jam sessions. If Them Crooked Vultures brings to mind Homme’s projects more than Grohl's or Jones', it’s largely due to his role as lead vocalist and how guitar can push a rhythm section as powerful as this to the side, dominating with its grinding riffs and solos. Homme’s predilection for precision does reign supreme -- when the group stretches out, even wallowing in the murk on “Interlude with Ludes,” there’s the sense that, like a great improv troupe, the trio freaked out then retained the best moments, trimming away the indulgence and experiments, leaving behind intrinsically, grippingly musical hard rock, where power is secondary to interplay. And while there are melodies and hooks that certainly dig into the skull, what impresses is chemistry, how the three play together, how they instigate each other, and how they spur each other on, to the point where their familiar tropes sound fresh -- as on “Scumbug Blues,” whereJones’ “Trampled Underfoot” clavinet intertwines with Grohl’s avalanche and Homme’s rigorous psychedelia - creating guitar rock that’s at once classicist and adventurous and undeniably thrilling.
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