Sex On Fire has been my favourite track of the last few weeks. Kings Of Leon have really pulled out all the stops with this one – smouldering guitars and wicked yelps from Caleb Followill.

So, inside my head, the words this sex is on fire have been playing almost non-stop, along with a smirk every time I imagine the lyrics to be about some kind of nasty infection…

There’s a lot to like in this song – I loved what the Tyee blog had to say about it:

Screaming lead guitar pours hot lead over everything, but it’s as restrained as it is corrosive, leaving lots of room for Caleb to let rip. And thank God for that; there might not be a rock voice out there that’s better, purer, or more on fire.

I loved Fans last year, and Sex On Fire surpasses even that piece of brilliance. Why oh why aren’t we hearing more from this amazing band?