Queens of the Stone Age review – gonzoid riffage and hellacious swagger

Wembley Arena, London
Tearing up the rulebook, rock’s last remaining outlaws create a visceral, vast and heavy sound that is scoured of machismo and full of wit You really don’t wanna make Josh Homme angry. But overzealous Wembley staff, training spotlights on an overexcitable audience, have only gone and done it tonight. “Security, these people can do whatever the fuck they want,” he drawls like John Wayne, if Wayne were 6ft 4in of hard-living rock hero, puffing on an il