And from the reactions of two rather excitable young men stood behind me, it appears his appeal isn’t just restricted to the fairer sex either. People of Manchester, lock up your daughters, your mothers, your sisters and your brothers. Eagles of Death Metal have hit town.  | | Eagles of Death Metal (pic: Kirsty Umback) |
You’d be forgiven from the title that Eagles of Death Metal are the kind of band who hold their lanky hair and their grunted lyrics dear to their hearts. Instead, this is raw visceral rock and roll, filled with tales of women and what exactly they intend to do them once they get their hands on them - liquor, drugs and general good times. Despite the rather notable absence of founding member Josh Homme on drums, these are sentiments that the people of Manchester appear to be quite receptive to, especially with Jesse regularly extolling the virtues of what a damn fine crowd this is, how the men in the audience had better be looking after “all the sweet babies in the house” and making sure they could watch the proceedings on stage and only pausing occasionally to comb back his rather impressive hair. By the time they come back on stage for an encore and launch into a very raucous cover of Brown Sugar, there wasn’t a body in the house not drenched in sweat from head to toe. If this is, as their album title suggests, Death By Sexy, I couldn’t think of a nicer form of homicide. | 
