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A super-stööpid name, a slumming superstar and a living caricature of mustachioed machismo — hell, everything about Eagles of Death Metal's 2004 debut screamed "one-off." But through no-brainer riffs and punchy production (think the tinny, overblown speakers of a make-out van), their second album Death By Sexy is a far meatier sleazefest. Unlike the costumed cock-rock of the Darkness, Death By Sexy pays no allegiance to era or scene, allowing for honky-tonk womanizing, tube-snake boogying and a drop of cold gin to cohabitate in the same moist sweep. Lead falsetto Jesse "the Devil" Hughes is on the prowl ("I can be your daddy/Be your rock and rolla/You can be my sugar, be my cherry cola"), but he remains hosed down by the mecho-maniacal Devo-styled drumming of Queens of the Stone Age lead brah Josh Homme — check out "Poor Doggie," which mixes T. Rex stomp with innuendo so deliciously unsubtle that AC/DC would cringe. Or cheer.