Jesse Boots Electric might modestly describe his every attempt at making a new Eagles of Death Metal album as his take on being the Rolling Stones, “only it’s the Rolling Stones being butt fucked by my huge lack of talent.” Come now, J Dilla, things ain’t that bad! Especially not on this third outing, Heart On, where EODM (Hughes in the studio joined by schoolyard buddy Josh “Baby Duck” Homme, who also dons the producer’s hat), step out a little from behind their giant ‘mos and sleaze rock pastiche to date, to deliver an album somewhat like a mullet: business up front, party at the back.

EODM are in the serious business of having a good (but very, very bad) time, standing on the shoulders of giants to do it – with those giants being most obviously the Stones, the Stooges, with a little part KISS bluster-meets-Jerry Lee Lewis lechery. It’s super amazing awesome times, good job. You’ll want to have a million of its babies. You will play it a lot this summer.

The party starts loud, and early with single I Wanna Be In LA laying the template of weird-sounding honky-tonk percussion driving boogie-woogie beats and rude, superfuzz guitars stomping over the opening lines, “I came to LA to be rock and roll/Along the way I had to sell my soul.” It’s an invitation to cruise the winding caverns of Laurel Canyon in an open top car, windows down with the Santa Ana winds in your hair and this album blasting very, very loud. It’s Bret Easton Ellis and the glam-era Sunset Strip and the dirty South all rolled into one tight little ass-kicking, jack-booted, leather ball.

Standouts are the QOTSA-esque title track replete with spooky/sexy Homme harmonies, the sweet lady choruses on Cheap Thrills and the outright Stones’ ripping (in a good way) Anything (‘Cept The Truth). Solo Flights is a delicate ode built on acoustic guitars which recalls of all things, Cold War Kids, but then not so much once you realise it’s about masturbation. And Mr Hughes’ somewhat breathless valentine to Kat Von D, High Voltage, might lead one to wonder just what exactly Nikki Sixx might make of that.

With their liberal deployment of hand clapping, ass-shaking, foot-stomping swashbuckling good times in the face of broken hearts, God very clearly gave rock and roll to you, EODM. If only to remind us that you don’t have to be serious to be seriously good. And as those about to rock, we salute you.

Heart On is out now on Downtown Records through Inertia.