If we sent Red Bull back in time to Canned Heat, told them to make something with a sense of humor, and they acquiesced, the resultant album would be a lot like this. So…it’s a gimmick? Hell yes, it’s a gimmick. It’s one of Josh Homme’s side projects, but he goes by the name Carlo Von Sexron for this band. This album is a vulgar Tarantino-like pastiche of bluesy dad rock. It’s rife with unsubtle metaphors about sexscapades, drugs, and the Devil over crunchy riffs. This is the stereotype that parents and grandparents from the 1960s feared in rock music.