Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Seduction and temptation go hand in hand, you can’t have one without the other, it is the thrill of the unknown as it glides your hand towards to the velvet, irresistible touch offered by that which holds a glint in its eye.

It is that contract of exchanged enticement, written In Times New Roman that sets the seal of attraction to the blissful and the seductive and the suggestive, the ink barely dry as the invitation is agreed to in full, for temptation is eye of the persuaded, and few can do that with as much charm as Josh Homme and Queens Of The Stone Age.

In Times New Roman sees the band drive on impulse, and yet in the comfy seat, fitted and tailored to the listener’s own requirement, there is a place of pleasure that activates a belief of appetite for a finer, smoother, dramatic ride, one not raised by expectation, but by sheer longing, a craving fulfilled that the listener reels in fascination by. For this is a band of longevity that has understood that time changes all, but you must remain dedicated to the lure of desire, lest temptation turn to repulsion, the upbeat positive replaced by the damage of strange negativity.

Josh Homme, Dean Fertita, Michael Shuman, Jon Theodore and Troy Van Leeuwen lay down the cursive and the type face in the love letter to the fans and intrigued alike, and as tracks such as Paper Machete, Made To Parade, What The Peephole Say, Sicily, and the gorgeous Emotion Sickness all take turns in laying down beside the listener and whispering sweet nothings, of elemental and physical truths into the ears.

A script of continuing longing, of the persuasion that comes from inclination to perform and the enthusiasm of renewal; this is the reason that Queens Of The Stone Age  have endured, through line up changes and stable inclination, In Times New Roman sees a remarkable, and arguably unexpected high, one that comes from being relaxed and eager in the same soul.

Ian D. Hall