The Black Keys slink into town with another nugget from the El Camino albium. You know the drill by now; sleaze eyed guitar riffs rub up against roadhouse swagger, and if ever there was a song that sounded like the aural equivelent of wearing balls tight snake skin trousers, well it’s right here and dancing on the bar. Now the Black Keys have officially ‘made it’ and are a bonafide big ass commercial success, we look forward to hearing this on daytime radio, blasting whatever crap 1D have just released into oblivion… *
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