Fairly approachable from a stoner rock standpoint, the isolated sense that appears from each session becomes the selling point as an adventurous tale through sound and dreamscapes. It is otherworldly when the connections of Josh Homme, Fred Drake, Dave Catching, Alfredo Hernández, Pete Stahl, Ben Shepard, Nick Oliveri, John McBain, Mario and Larry Lalli, Jesse Hughes, Craig Armstrong, Loo Balls, T. Fresh, and Tony Tornay all link to form one somewhat cohesive application of power. Through these individual musical apparitions that appear for only moments and dissipate into the void, Desert Sessions is a precursor to many of the favorite Queens Of The Stone Age tracks that bounce through the uninhabited landscapes in a dune buggy.
Scraping away instantly with “Nova,” the first introduction to the dance of the Desert Sessions with catchy riff placements and an immaculate display of guitar work. Almost immediately, “Nova“ creates a trunk to lock the listener away to shout along with the vocals that rumble through a crummy recording that does more for the record than any clean recording ever could. The layer of dust that covers the album is a glorified resource that exemplifies the laid-back approach to the delivery of each track.
As each track rips like a race car or trudges along like a delayed giant, there is something leading toward this everlasting end where the listener falls deeper and deeper into the hole. Whether mentally struggling or trying to determine what is actually physically real, Desert Sessions is a strange but necessary advancement toward musical preaching.