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What's that you say? It's been ten whole days since Eagles of Death Metal swooped into Philly and rocked our asses off, and you desperately need another injection of EoDM fun? Well, have we got a contest for you! Up for grabs this time are two, count 'em, TWO Eagles of Death Metal prize packages - one for guys and one for gals. Both packs include a sweet Cardboard Robot T-shirt (both pictured above), a signed poster, and a copy of the band's latest awesome CD, Death by Sexy. What distinguishes them is a Vestal watch in the men's pack, and Cardboard Robot V-Neck Guitar barrettes (to match the shirt, of course) in the women's pack. It's times like these this Phillyist writer wishes he could win our own contest. Sadly, that is impossible. But you can win, you lucky bastard! To do so, simply email us with "death metal" in the subject line and tell us which package you're gunning for (if you're a guy and you want the girl's pack - or vice versa - don't worry, we won't judge you; we're all open-minded Philly folks here). One email will get selected randomly from each group to win the packs. So get emailing now! The contest ends this Wednesday (5/3) at midnight!

When the opening band for Friday night's 9PM show at the Khyber hit the stage and started playing at 8:56, Phillyist was pretty excited. We thought, "Great! A show's starting early for once! We might get out of here before the day's over after all." Then Rye Coalition finished their song, said thanks to us all for listening to their soundcheck, and took off. As the cramped, busted-up floor of the Khyber (watch for potholes and discarded beer bottles!) slowly filled with people and smoke (we have issues with the idea of the city-wide smoking ban, but sure would have appreciated it that night), the room became stifling hot, and the crowd's mood got uglier and uglier, RC still did not return. It was like some kind of cruel endurance test. In fact, it wasn't until a full hour and forty minutes later (believe us, we were counting) that the opening band finally came on to play their set. By this time, Phillyist and a good portion of the rest of the crowd were pretty furious. We'd considered walking out multiple times, and probably would have if we hadn't had this article to write. When, part way through the set, the lead singer mentioned he'd been at the bar a half hour ago, Phillyist couldn't resist yelling out, "Why weren't you playing?!" It's one thing for a big-name band to take their time getting on the stage at a huge venue; it's another to be packed in like cattle at the crappy, uncomfortable Khyber bar waiting for some no-name act to finally get on with the show. Revealing that they were just sitting in the bar killing time while we were standing around in agony just added insult to injury.

To describe the Eagles of Death Metal as merely a side-project of Queens of the Stoneage frontman Josh Homme (who goes by the hilariously excellent and ridiculous moniker, Carlo Von Sexron, when playing with the Eagles) is to do the band a disservice. Although, as the title of this post suggests, their music is far from being death metal, it is an incredibly fun, perhaps-slightly-harder-than-average bluesy pop rock that is highly enjoyable, and really something quite distinct from the sound of Queens of the Stoneage. EoDM have even more swagger, and even more of a sense of humor about themselves and what they're doing, as you can tell from their entertaining cover of the only famous Steeler's Wheels song, which, ever since Reservoir Dogs, Phillyist likes to call "the ear-cutting song," and which EoDM call "Stuck in the Metal with You."