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A sturdy, growling, rippling riff - fat, rich with low end - very T. Rex, doubled by keys, sends this song right off. Auerbach's vocal is filtered, and he's belting it like he's at the top of his range, which creates more of a wounded, desperate effect.
The chorus is built around another astonishing, ironclad riff, punctuated by gospel harmonies and those wondrous handclaps that work their way into your mid-section.
A bracing, psychedelic solo sneaks out early after the first chorus, and it's repeated after the second. From there, we blaze out Spirit In The Sky-style, chugging along to a dirty ol' guitar and tambourine - the sound of which never gets old.