From now until January 13, I'll be featuring my favourite tracks of 2008, some of which have already appeared in Click Hear throughout the year, some of which haven't.
In 2008, Kings of Leon became one of the biggest rock bands in the world, especially in the UK, where they're considered gods, according to the charts. I'm kind of disappointed in the four Followill boys, however. After three albums, each of which I enjoyed, especially 2005's Aha Shake Heartbreak, they seemed to lower their sights (and standards), focusing on cracking the mainstream with Only By the Night, and if success is all they wanted, it worked like a charm.
For me, they blew it completely on the album front but managed to make up for it by delivering one beauty of a single in "Sex On Fire." What exactly the song means, I think we all have our own ideas (unlike the video, which is just too absurd to analyze), but these Nashville rockers tightened up their belts and drain pipes, and let their burning loins do all the talking. And it really does sound like Caleb's "sex," as he puts it, is on fire, reaching that manly squeak when he sings the word in the riff-ravaged chorus.
Their finest moment since "The Bucket" from three years ago, and possibly even the best song they've written yet. (I really wish I could say the same for the album.)
Sex On Fire
In 2008, Kings of Leon became one of the biggest rock bands in the world, especially in the UK, where they're considered gods, according to the charts. I'm kind of disappointed in the four Followill boys, however. After three albums, each of which I enjoyed, especially 2005's Aha Shake Heartbreak, they seemed to lower their sights (and standards), focusing on cracking the mainstream with Only By the Night, and if success is all they wanted, it worked like a charm.
For me, they blew it completely on the album front but managed to make up for it by delivering one beauty of a single in "Sex On Fire." What exactly the song means, I think we all have our own ideas (unlike the video, which is just too absurd to analyze), but these Nashville rockers tightened up their belts and drain pipes, and let their burning loins do all the talking. And it really does sound like Caleb's "sex," as he puts it, is on fire, reaching that manly squeak when he sings the word in the riff-ravaged chorus.
Their finest moment since "The Bucket" from three years ago, and possibly even the best song they've written yet. (I really wish I could say the same for the album.)
Sex On Fire