Hey, all right, launch a dart into my scrotum and tally a triple 20, this ain’t half bad. No pseudo-gospel “Put you hands together” jizz, either. It’s got the jobbly wobbly Jon Spencer feel (pre-Orange) that makes one think, “Hey maybe whitey can shake some serious fucking ass without becoming a parody or turning ‘soul’ into an art project.” Hollow-toned guitars, tambourine, burning ember drums, and a true blue roadhouse-about-to-riot feel goes all the way through the b-side, “Fire.” Excellent. Two winners. I’ll be spinning this tons.