While this Nashville quartet’s star has dimmed somewhat in recent years, Kings of Leon remain reliable standard bearers for a particular strain of Southern rock masculinity, a blythe, hard-livin’ authenticity both beguiling and curiously remote. Big beards, big hooks, throaty howls, a solid sense of pacing: what’s not to love here? Arena-sized meat’n’potatoes doesn’t get much better, and maybe more important, they’re not fucking Mumford & Sons.
Fri., July 25, 7 a.m., 2014
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on July 23, 2014