Classic Day – Blow-dried Smiles

While the burning red-sun begins to make its descent toward the base of the mountains in the distance, a lone wanderer whips the sweat pouring from his head as the rays of light dance around him in a thousand circles. The image is beautiful, but one of pure fiction that illustrates from the large amounts of LSD coursing through his veins. This is pretty much the equivalent to listening to Desert Sessions and their ongoing sagas of Volume 3: (Set Coordinates For The White Dwarf!!!) and Volume 4: (Hard Walls And Little Trips).

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.

With “Avon,” the remix of “Nova” that is a clever second-hand recording with different lyrics and a drum break that borders on the lines of mined gratification. Where everything works are through the completely layered and insulated maneuvers that each musician holds here. With around 34 minutes of total content, the split between Volume 3 and Volume 4 become unnoticed as they flow evenly distributed as a slice into the record.

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.

Listen To Volume 3: (Set Coordinates For The White Dwarf!!!) and Volume 4: Hard Walls And Little Trips) Here!!! – Youtube