Listening to Beat the Devil is like taking your first punch in the face. First you're paralyzed with shock, then you're charged with emotion, then you're the cool kid on the playground with the mark of experience. Though Ray's petite frame barely fills five feet of space, her bone-crushing vox could consume the island of Manhattan with one bellow. In "Plea Bargain" Ray explores the grand prix of insanity, crooning and shrieking in the same breath, while the bass line saunters behind her and the drums chant along. In the psychedelic music box that is "Green Eyed Monster Grey Eyed Fool," her wraith-like vocals waltz with the drowsy organ, channeling the spirit of Jim Morrison and the dark serenity of the early Doors.