
This isn't to say that the Foos have lost any of their awesome power: Taylor Hawkins continues to drum like a demon; Chris Shiflett manages to find space for a widdly-widdly guitar solo and the whole thing features more distortion than the reception on a 1930s wireless. Meanwhile, the slight change of pace gives Dave Grohl the chance to ease off his larynx and turn in a surprisingly sensitive vocal performance. Best of all, like your Aunt Sheila on a big Saturday night out, this tune's made a decent stab at glamming itself up a bit.














