There's something strangely creepy about a guy singing a smooth 70's rock jam, filled with sweet harmonies (and guitarmonies!)... and the lyrics are all about beating the shit out of the people that try and hurt you. It's the kind of blissful dissonance between the lyrics and music that Pitchfork would jizz over. They would also jizz over the accidental hipster fashion of Jerry Lawler's bass player.
Except they would love it thinking he's being ironic. But he's not being ironic. He just loves playing bass with his shirt off and his sunglasses on and that's the world he lives in and I love it.