What's so often missing from rock these days is that monolithic, bigger-than-life quality that makes you wanna quit your job and buy a Marshall stack off of some dude who says he used to play for Brownsville station, or maybe it was Grand Funk.
Either way, there is a beer-soaked aroma that permeates the amp that tells you this one's been around the block more times than one of those bikes with the banana seat and when he tells you that you're welcome to fire it up, you can't help but be glad you brought your Gibson SG because the minute you hit that first note, you remember exactly why you were put on this earth, goddammit. This song has all of that, and the some.