This was always going to be a comedown album. After their career-defining moment, 2010’s Meridional, the smart money was that the follow-up would be pared-down.
Solid-as-a-rock four-on-the-floor beats and rhythmiclicious riffs that recall AC/DC and QOTSA, the band makes you writhe, headbang, and drink like it’s ’74.
Just simple grooves and riffs attacked like hunks of meat waved in front of feral animals. And Danko Jones is pretty upfront about his interest in fucking.
I think this is amplified folk rock, because it appears more about what’s being said than being able to sing especially well or play anything very different.