Unlike many other scribes of music, I've never quite understood the way Queens Of The Stone Age and their radiantly ginger frontman Josh Homme are fawned upon as some kind of new school saviours of rock'n'roll.

90% of their output is too soft and slow to bother the rock contingent and too whiny to be interesting, and yet like Christmas Pud at 3:30pm on the 25th December and the Grand National at Aintree, QOTSA's lofty position in the end of year polls is guaranteed.

This, the third single from their - yes, you guessed it - "critically acclaimed" latest LP Lullabies to Paralyze, sounds like an Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster b-side, which wouldn't be so bad if they'd actually left its penis and scrotum intact rather than slicing it in two and ramming it equal parts up Homme's copper-rimmed arse.

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