No one reviewed Queens of the Stone Age, so I'm going to do it.
An epic night of hip swings and guitar swagger from the man who found his groove again.
Josh Homme is sauntering through the masses gathered at Spark Arena.
One hand clutches a microphone, the other reaches out, encouraging his disciples to come forward, to touch him, to hold him, to grab him, to sing with him, to pour it all out.
He ventures deeper into the venue as arms and phones reach for him, then turns and heads into the middle of the …
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