It Might Get Loud

It Might Get Loud only intermittently gets loud, but that’s ok. It’s not really about jamming out in your living room (although the part where Page starts tearing through “Ramble On” had me breaking out the air guitar), as much as it’s about discovering the beauty and individual artistry behind these two-and-a-half guitar legends. (Come on, you can’t convince me White is quite of legendary status yet; Edge is only approaching it.) At any rate, they all know how to shred, slide, strum and pick like anti-pop savants, and that is primarily what the doc reveals.


There’s not a whole lot of explanation into the how’s as much as there is into the why’s; each guy from a different background and different generation, and each with his own impossibly notorious signature sound. It’s hard to even begin to describe the sounds they each can produce in words here, but it’s more exciting to watch them describe the sounds of their favorite songs and/or guitarists. That’s really what the film is about: the makeup of each of these artists and an attempt to unveil what made them create the material they have.

It’s a fun film, but in some respects seems almost too self-congratulatory when there is nothing really gained by the short bursts of interaction in the film. I mean it doesn’t even feel like they really interact with each other – much less ask all the questions that you or I would no doubt have. In fact, the interaction of the three of them wants to be the best part of the picture but is for all intents and purposes edited out! A run through the deleted scenes on the DVD will give you a feel for all the material that was omitted. But even the scenes where they’re on their own reminiscing are in many respects lackluster and pointless. Bottom line here is, unless you’re a hardcore fan of guitar or any of these three musicians, there’s not a lot for you here. They’re awesome guitarists and genius musicians, and now I’ve saved you 97 minutes of your life.

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Them Crooked Vultures (Not A Supergroup)

I hate the term “supergroup.” It always makes a new band sound like they are the best in their craft or like there is no other combination of artists which could yield such “super” results. And while, yes, every unique combination of musicians in a band creates its own new sound, it does not make it any more super than if another random combination of musicians were to get together and jam. By this account, any side project involving two or more well-established musicians from other notable bands, should qualify as a supergroup.

Having said all that, there’s a new combination of musicians you no doubt have heard of if you have listened to rock music any of the past forty-some-odd years or so. This combination calls themselves Them Crooked Vultures. They are:

Josh Homme (frontman for Queens of the Stone Age, and now TCV)
John Paul Jones (bassist for Led Zeppelin, and now TCV)
Dave Grohl (frontman for Foo Fighters, drummer for Nirvana, and now TCV)

There first ever live performance happened this weekend in Chicago during the Lollapalooza festival, where they played at the Metro, in a not-heavily promoted performance that looked like this…

Chicago Sun-Times columnist Jim DeRogatis was there and summed up the 80-minute set like this.

After a rather cheap attempt at searching the ‘net, it doesn’t appear there is any video or even music available yet from Them Crooked Vultures except some user video footage on YouTube that is nearly indistinguishable, but there is an official t-shirt!

And after bad information in Rolling Stone, it turns out the reported release date is no longer valid either.

Though I haven’t heard anything from them yet, I have no doubt it’ll be super when I do. I just promise to refrain from fanboy-ing myself into an album review that calls them a “supergroup.” I have more respect for their music than that.