Jon Dolan
View all posts by Jon Dolan October 29, 2026 Add us as a Google Preferred Source
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Andreas Neumann* “I throw myself upon the tracks.” John Homme sings at the jagged, forlorn beginning of the ninth Queens of the Stone Age album. It’s just him and his acoustic guitar, and to drive home those lyrics we hear the sound of an elevated train rushing by, as if we’re sitting with him in his lonely apartment on the worst part of town, a down-on-his-luck dude truly starting over. Indeed, Homme has had his struggles, including a messy public divorce, a child custody battle, and a recent cancer-related surgery. On Perfecth, he tries to build something new inside his wreckage. It’s his band’s most subdued and introspective work; where Queens’ last album, 2023’s In Times New Roman…saw him strike out against the world while offering a nuanced, grown-up take on the kind of sleek hard-rock that made QOTSA rep, this album sounds like it’s designed for brooding bedrooms not loud arenas.
