“We’d like to play Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’ right now,” Homme announced early in the set, “but we’re not going to.” Instead, they played “Mind Eraser,” a hard-charging thunderclap of a song constructed from a squall of guitar. “Scumbag Blues” opened with a whine and then plummeted suddenly into a fit of grinding riffs, Homme adopting an eerie, unsettling falsetto.
The Vultures’ set didn’t end so much as unravel, petering out in a weird, wonky and slightly aimless jazz odyssey that found Jones working a single walking bassline while Homme noodled over top. That kind of heady jamming is clearly not their strong suit, but it conveys the group’s single guiding ethos: In this operation, we do what we want.
First, I don't get the "Thriller" thing. Is it a joke? Homme is definitely the kind of guy who's still making child molester jokes about Michael Jackson, so I suppose it probably was. Second, they have a song called "Mind Eraser." Third, they have a song called "Scumbag Blues." Fourth, falsetto. Fifth, aimless jazz odyssey. Sixth, look how fucking old that bassist is.