Strikes a familiar chord by having all the right breakdowns and rockin’ parts, and letting the singer strain for those high notes in a really honest way.
Pealing screams, extendo wah wah run-thrus, drum breakdowns, shameless forays into psychedelia, “Alllllrightssss!” like Jon Spencer, and nonsensical lyrics.
A big hit of Stoogoid mayhem, a dash of Thunders classicism, a shot of Sonics bluster, a dash of RFTC cut’n’paste, and a few too many Lazy Cowgirls shows.
This is punk, this is soul, this is R&B, this is an aphrodisiac. If you want to wake up with your virginity intact, avoid all contact with Danko Jones.