However, Mahakala don't give a fuck; they are like a blues band stuck in limbo, in between worlds, in a void that's neither blues nor metal, yet exploits both worlds in a fine manner, resulting in a riff-heavy, dynamic, smooth and beautiful an album. Groovy enough yet equally as heavy, exhibiting both stoner and blues side by side with Slayer-esqe riffs, thrash metal bits and pieces and grand, almost bombastic, track openings.

Sounding like an angrier and much heavier metallic version of Pearl Jam, yet with a much accentuated groove, some tracks sound hazy and bear a southern rock brand on their sonic forehead, while other tracks have a punk-rock etiquette, played fast but always with a certain redneck, nonchalant manner, as if suddenly this sun-drenched Americana, its heat, hardship and endless deserts, has awakened.

The only curiosity is the fact Mahakala are very much Greek, yet their music is perfectly American in sound, traditional elements and blues-oriented hints that have been scattered all over the place, contaminating the recording with a loathsome bluesy groove made sexy and appealing by the very talented hands of this Mediterranean bunch.

Dynamic and creative, the contrasting happy music stands in opposition to the dark, devil worshiping lyrics, _Devil's Music_ is a fine rock 'n' roll musical product heavy on American tradition that has been tempered with a metallic streak, making the music raucous and macho-sounding; _Devil's Music_ is the ultimate blues record for the devil worshiping, blue-collared, wilderness-dwelling rednecks among you, or in you.