The new Foo Fighters record, Wasting Light, is core shaking, dear readers. It’s so good, I’m not sure I have sufficient words to describe it.
Do you remember the last time you listened to a brand new rock and roll album? One from your favorite band, and one that you eagerly awaited? Honestly (and sadly) I can’t. I remember hearing new cast recordings of rock musicals, but nothing like this.
Wasting Light is a solid, honest-to-Thespis showcase of what rock and roll can and should be. It’s full of scintillatingly sick grooves and deliciously dirty bass lines; it throbs with enticing drum beats and aches so good with raw lyrics and vocals.
This album keeps giving me chills and continues to make my heart race every time it courses through my body. Particular favorites include “Dear Rosemary,” “Miss the Misery” and the album closer, “Walk.” But it’s probably not fair to single out those songs because it suggests that the rest of the tracks are inferior and that is absolutely not the case.
From start to finish, Dave Grohl, Taylor Hawkins, Nate Mendel, Chris Shiflett, Pat Smear and friends (including Hüsker Dü’s Bob Mould and Grohl’s Nirvana band mate, Krist Novoselic), all aided by Nevermind producer Butch Vig, deliver an intense, passionate rock album that demands to be listened to over and over again.