Foo Fighters: Concrete and Gold

The past two decades have proven that the Foo Fighters are the fun-loving, flag-waving ambassadors of mainstream arena rock. This decade hasn’t been as kind. There’s been a few radio hits, yet going back to the garage for 2011’s Wasted Light, recording at heralded studios across the country for the HBO series Sonic Highways and an impromptu session in Austin for 2015’s St. Cecilia EP, worked better as schtick than memorable records.
Following St. Cecilia, the band took a long-overdue break. Dave Grohl recuperated from his now-infamous leg injury, while guitarist Chris Shiflett, drummer Taylor Hawkins and bassist Nate Mendel released solo albums. Originally intended to be a year, Grohl witnessed the changes going on in the world and his own life, which inspired him to get back to work earlier than planned.
Spending time at an Airbnb in Ojai, Calif., Grohl quietly write a batch of new songs that are the band’s most adventurous. Producer Greg Kurstin, whose credits include Adele and Beck, nudged the Foos out of their songwriting sweatpants and back into skinny jeans.
Throughout their ninth album, the Foo Fighters juke and pivot between genres at a dizzying pace. Leaning heavily on stoner and psych rock and prog metal, with a splash of classic rock as well, this ambitious fusion of sound—as weird as it may seem—makes Concrete and Gold is a welcome deviation from the reliable radio songs. It also does Grohl’s bold proclamation of “Sgt. Pepper’s meets Motorhead” justice.