Leave it to Matt Fanale and Eric Oehler to spin and twist an '80s cock rock song into something a little more disturbing... yet still goddamn fun. Sparse atmospheres and groovy dance beats topped off by Fanale's distinctive rasp, giving the lyrics a more insidious and predatory cadence rather than the lustful hip-thrusting pomp of the original. And goddamn if it ain't catchy as fuck. Normally, covers tend to leave me a bit cold... not this one. Again, kudos to Klack!