By Séamus Smyth

5. Closer

It was the beginning of the end of the beginning. They were no longer just closing in on fame; they had landed where X marks the spot. This introduction to their life-altering album was the perfect demonstration of how prestigious these Kings could be. It’s beyond the concept of merely being an opening to an album; it is an entire table of contents. Every KOL sound and every message is somehow conveyed in “Closer,” as you will either be completely transfixed and curious as to what could come next, or you are likely deaf, dumb and blind.

4. California Waiting

Even Southern loyalists are partial to California dreaming. This early track and original version of “California Waiting,” demonstrated glimpses of pop magic that would of course be exploited to unimaginable heights in the years to follow. Lyrics such as “Why you trying to save me?” exude the stubbornness that The Kings have become notorious for. Even a road trip to California can put one of the Followill’s in an ornery mood, illustrated by the temper tantrum in the last 30 seconds of this ode to west coast impatience.

3. Pyro

2. They managed to turn sex into a roasting ball of fire, and yet the pyromaniacs have wisely continued to play with matches. “Pyro” sounds more as though they are rummaging through their possessions after the fire, slowly reminiscing over what should be salvaged and what is better left in a state of destruction. “Pyro” is given the unfortunate duty of explaining that although one may be perfect in every facet, he or she is wild like an uncontainable fire, and is tragically not your “cornerstone.”

2. On Call

“On Call” begins with a haunting signal of distress before Jared Followill’s bass bulldozes the keyboarding whispers in favour of an unlikely anthem. To be on call is usually an undesirable position, yet Uncle’s Leon’s four kings embrace the role. Lifeguards of the heart and soul, the boys solemnly swear to remain alert and save this particular someone from whatever harm could possible come their way.

1. Cold Desert

The song was apparently conceived while Caleb Followill was intoxicated beyond mental recognition. This blackout diary smells of misty Southern smoke and strong Bourbon, likely two of Followill’s unmentioned co-authors on this chilling track. “Cold Desert” was made for star-gazing and soul searching, peddle-ripping and wondering if Jesus still really is your homeboy.