Queens of the Stone Age, Chelsea Wolfe
Thursday, Jan. 30
Memorial Auditorium, Raleigh


The South is notorious for its habit of essentially shutting down (Hey, Atlanta.) after only a few inches of anything wintry. Following a couple days of being cooped indoors, some people in the Raleigh area found the release they needed at Thursday nightโ€™s sold-out Queens of the Stone Age concert in Memorial Auditorium.

It began with opener Chelsea Wolfe, whose dark, sometimes droning heaviness offered a fittingly slow start to the thaw. Her ghostly vocals wafted through a hazy atmosphere, with barrages of guitar and drums puncturing the would-be still. Her goth rock complemented the headliners, though the sometimes-glacial pace of her music probably didnโ€™t always endear her to the most stir-crazy attendees. โ€œYou canโ€™t sing. Now, show us your tits,โ€ yelled one bro twice between songs. You canโ€™t let some folks out of the house, even for a rock showโ€ฆ

Queens of the Stone Age burst open with the crunchy boogie of Songs for the Deaf opener โ€œYou Think I Ainโ€™t Worth a Dollar, But I Feel Like a Millionaire,โ€ chasing it with the chug and bounce of their biggest hit, โ€œNo One Knows.โ€ The band hardly let up at all, with pulverizing riffs and lumbering grooves arriving one after another. Queens worked through a career-spanning set that included nearly all of its Grammy-nominated latest disc, โ€ฆLike Clockwork, and most of the singles from its back catalog.

The quintetโ€”including former The Mars Volta drummer Jon Theodore, the most recent addition to bandleader Josh Hommeโ€™s revolving collectiveโ€”fed off the pent-up energy of the crowd, whose call-and-response vocals on โ€œBurn The Witchโ€ were particularly loud. Though slinky tracks like โ€œMake it Wit Chuโ€ and โ€œSmooth Sailingโ€ got the audience dancing, full-bore rockers like โ€œLittle Sisterโ€ and โ€œSick, Sick, Sickโ€ clearly drew the biggest reactions.

QOTSA may have saved the best for last, kicking off its encores with the piano-driven sing-along โ€œThe Vampyre of Time and Memoryโ€ before shifting into high gear with the drug-fueled chant โ€œFeel Good Hit of the Summer.โ€ The start-and-stop dynamics of โ€œA Song for the Deadโ€ forced an eruption of fans out of the auditoriumโ€™s rows and into the aisles.

Thaw, complete.

Bio: Spencer Griffith lives in Raleigh, where he teaches school and writes about bands.