Considering the crotch-grabbing-face-melting album he’s taking around the world on a hot tour, Eagles of Death Metal front man Jesse Hughes is unsurprisingly cocky. Speaking from his accommodation somewhere near Coachella (“Kickin’ it, in the desert, baby, about four blocks from Coachella”), his moustache bristles into my pants through the phone lines.
Jesse candidly tells me about his night last night: “Josh and…
