.22 remains a power trio. The rhythm section moisten your loins making it slippery and easy to move. The guitar makes the blood run to certain areas creating a warm, fuzzy, happy feeling. The harmonies tend to make certain areas hardened and pointy. Then the lyrics, well, the lyrics simply rip all yer clothes off, bends you over and delivers the goods. In the end, it's a sweaty, exhausted, guilty, smokey experience.