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Kings of Leon


In your face and up the ace. Catch the wave.

This shit is dynamite. I never hear records that make me wanna be 20 and in a rock band again, but that's how I feel right now. These guys are gonna be BIG. It's too real, it's too right, it's too good.

Pedigree or the lack thereof has always had a lot to do with good rock and roll. There's no blueprint, but it's a key factor. And having grown up like that, I always loved bands with brothers in them. This one is three brothers and a cousin, and the old man of the group is 22. The brothers are sons of a Pentecostal minister (their children make great musicians, I see it over and over again since I moved down South) whose evangelical work kept the family on the road a lot. When mom wasn't in the car, holy roller dad would play the Stones, Neil Young, and Bad Company. The story goes they didn't have an actual home, they lived out of the back of the car and stayed with relatives. There are, apparently, damn good reasons this record sounds so vitally good.

Another surprise I shouldn't be surprised by is that the man with one name, Angelo, turns up on all the songwriting credits and on acoustic and electric guitars. He is one of the more interesting characters in a town full of them, and the perennial post adolescent. I mean that in the very best way, and I have often seen him in coffee shops with young writers who have drifted in from out of town to write or record a project, and he's a magic maker. This town…

Long live the Kings, Nathan, Caleb, and Jared Followill, and their cousin Matthew Followill. This is a myth in the making, and one worth making, for a change. It doesn’t matter if you're twenty, forty, or sixty, buy this disc and put it on. It's good for what ails you, and great for what doesn't. • FG

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