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Ten years ago the disenfranchised and aimlessly angry young male had no one who loved him, looked out for his deviant interests or offered him an alternative to smashing things while his parents were at work. But thanks to Ozzy, these beautiful young hooligans have a day of their own when they can swear vociferously, punch one another and hear some of the loudest music on the planet while they do it. Bless you, Ozzy Osbourne; you have done more for the future of this great nation than any candidate at either party convention.
Of course, Ozzy is a wily strategist, and he always puts a band or two on the bill that will appeal to his senior constituency. The older brothers and uncles and youngish fathers who have fostered this Generation Oz of freaks and misfits need some entertainment, too, and in the past Ozzfest has brought along Slayer, a re-formed Black Sabbath and -- the great coup -- the Motörhead/ Melvins showdown of two summers ago.
This year is no different. Ozzfest 2000 is long on bands that appeal to the surly fan of turntable/guitar hybrids, but in amongst the Disturbeds and Primer 55s and Methods of Mayhems, Ozzy (or his young son Jack, if you believe what you read in Rolling Stone) has slipped in a humdinger of a treat for the discriminating rock fan: Queens of the Stone Age. The inclusion of QOTSA proves that not only does Ozzy still love us, he still loves rock & roll -- because in this summer of Kid Rock, when every album seems to be an unholy union of break beats and Marshall stacks, the Queens have done the unthinkable: They released a rock & roll album, the very fine R, and it is the same strain of infectious rock as Raw Power, High Times, Rocket to Russia or Ace of Spades.
R is everything a rock album should be, which is to say it is everything a summer album should be, because the two terms imply the same feelings: Freedom from responsibility. Joyous hollering. It makes you want to blow hundreds of dollars on one of those steroid-fueled car-stereo systems so you can blast the record through Stonehenge-size speakers until the flesh on your face ripples from the incredibly boss guitar chops. It is unassailable proof that loud guitars, bass and drums are the keys to happiness and a better quality of life.
What R is not is "stoner rock." The Queens may have various connections to the '70s-style boogie riff-rock of Fu Manchu and Nebula because of shared former members (Queens vocalist/guitarist Joshua Homme and bassist/vocalist Nick Oliveri started Kyuss with drummer Brant Bjork, who then went to an early version of Fu Manchu; ex-Fu Manchu bandmates then begot Nebula), but lumping QOTSA in with the bong crowd is unfair and inaccurate, and Oliveri is tired of the label. "It's not stoner rock," he said in a recent, very, very short phone interview. "It (R) is about growing and trying not to do the same album twice. We made this album to sort of say, 'What are you going to call this? Find a label for this.'"
You can't argue with him. Whereas their first, self-titled album featured one kick-ass riff-and-groove combo after another, R is about two-and-a-half Ice Ages ahead of its ancestor in terms of depth and subtlety. "Tension Head" and "Leg of Lamb" feature enough chunka-chunka riffage to drop a buffalo, but "In the Fade (of Universal Subconscious)" rides the lonesome vocals of guest Screaming Tree-er Mark Lanegan and some nice electric piano to show that the band doesn't have to have a power overload to be powerful. The record is rife with guest musicians adding shade and nuance to songs, bringing out the finer points of Oliveri and Homme's songwriting abilities. Lanegan's fellow Tree Barrett Martin plays some vibes and percussion, and heavy-metal diva Rob Halford takes a turn on backing vocals.
Don't let that fool you into believing R's greatness is due to studio chicanery or committee consensus. When the Queens hit the stage, it's just the four of them, and the songs are strong enough to be stripped down to the essentials. "We wrote all those songs on acoustic guitars, but we play 'em raw and heavy live. At the end of the day, it's heavy guitars and low end and big drums in your face," says Oliveri.