Blakk Mantra have been watching the Dead Skeletons and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club from the sidelines for a while. If my assumption is true, they’ve spent the time taking good notes.
The driving boogie fuzz of the guitars propels the song forward like a car running to the desert on endless fuel. It takes two things to make this kind of music. First, you need supreme arrogance. Secondly, you need an interest in pessimism. Blakk Mantra have collected both in their inventories a long time ago.