Borne of early/mid-'90s cult faves/stoner-rockers Kyuss, these men of impeccable filth and taste push the hesher aesthetic through the '90s alterna-blender. Queens of the Stone Age resuscitate the '70s myth of Hard Rock decadence, blitzkrieging the discriminating, heavy jean jacket-wearing sweathog with sucker-punch melodies, grinding fuzz-bass propulsions, and sleazy rhythms straight from the gutter. Josh Homme's sleepy vocals add a certain narcoticism to the band's trademark pound...  [+]