Being drunk and weary I went to Molly’s chamber.
Takin’ my money with me and I never knew the danger.
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell.
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels.
You have to love a song named from a line in a Thin Lizzy track-o, dontcha? this is the best one I can think of, Kings of Leon Molly’s Chambers*. I picked this one up as soon as it came out because I’d heard they were four hick brothers with a preacher dude for a dad and I liked the cherries on the cover. I got lucky.
I just love the driving, rumbling, surly energy of Molly’s Chambers. It’s thrillingly Neanderthal, nothing fancy, nothing complicated; proof again that you really don’t need all those fancy licks and tricks to cut a brilliant track, just a surfeit of ‘tude. As befits a band as indecently young as Kings of Leon were, the lyrics mean sod all, a vague warning about one of those archetypal devious chicks. We get a bit of nudity, some kneeling and Molly’s chambers seem to be the ones which house bullets. That’s it, it really is far more than the sum of its’ parts.
The B-side is a slightly muddy energetic live version of ‘Holy Roller Novocaine’, which is just (makes straight line gesture with his manly hand, accompanied by ‘Meh’ face). That pretty much sums up my feeling on Kings of Leon, I’ve never really seen the point in anything else they’ve done**, although I did briefly like that track that we had to tell my daughter was called ‘My Socks Are on Fire’.
‘Molly’s Chambers gonna change your mind’, well, no. Nothing I’ve heard Kings of Leon do since rocks as hard, or as well, as ‘Molly’. That’s all I got.
*the best one until I get my band together and we cut my magnum opus, ‘If That Chick Don’t Want To Know, Forget Her’.
**my opinion being based entirely on having a friend copy their first LP for me once and getting it stuck in my car CD player the second time I tried to play it, which cost me money. So far more informed and scientifically calculated than 90% of my views then.