Caleb Followill's voice emanates pure Allman-longing, even when he sings—literally, I think—about "sex on fire." Over the course of three albums, the Kings of Leon have worn their undigested influences joyfully on their rangy, sleeveless arms; they attack each song with a furiously guileless enthusiasm. Sure, this is partly born of a supremely unambitious approach, but the result is a rare, uncomplicated rock... More >>>