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Still, insanely good,
This review is from: Icky Thump (Audio CD)
It seems that every year, Jack White has to have his name in the musical hall of fame. Perhaps subconsciously, he creates an album which can define many people's year. There's something quite extraordinary about that. After The Raconteurs came about, he had to dismiss several rumours concerning the future of his premier band, The White Stripes. But as he dismissed them, he became the catalyst in their new album, which has finally reached us at home.
And the real extraordinary thing about this album is that it tops almost everything that he's done in the last couple of years, from headlining Glastonbury to defying critics with 'Broken Boy Soldiers'.
As the previous album suffered from the repetitive use of the piano, 'Icky Thump' gives us back the guitars and love for redheads that we all missed so dearly. Not only that but you can pick up what he's learnt with The Raconteurs, something that stands out particularly in '300 M.P.H...', a track that contains all the rage that was hidden in his last project, being provoked to come out of its glowing shell in the dying minute of the song. The title track introduces the listener for a journey that edges towards insanity more and more, song by song. The guitar roots don't take care in steadying themselves, they just reach up as high as they can and send the listener into a frenzy of joy. Although not nearly as much as 'Conquest'. Perfection in hysteria, unlike any White Stripes track, that's ever previously been heard. Jack turns into a mexican ringleader, with the track never losing its consistent pace.
The outstanding thing about 'Icky Thump' is that it's not just a way in which the siblings are showing that they're still around, it's also an improvement. The hero and the heroin sound like they're truly enjoying themselves, reminiscent of how they perform on-stage. Nobody was hoping for a miracle here, but they've been blessed with something nearly as awe inspiring. Despite duller moments only growing on you to a certain extent, you can always count on the albums highlights to deliver their promise. The Hendrix-influenced 'Catch Hell Blues' can be something that the listener can rely on to provide any joy missing from their hundredth listen of the record. Mumbling words about hot water, the frontman lets his guitar take over, becoming a sexually fuelled chemical reaction in the heat of the albums presence. As a penultimate track, it's possible you wouldn't expect it to become a favourite, but it doesn't take long in doing so.
If you take the history of The White Stripes, the heroic image of Jack White, the odd fetish for Meg White, if you take all of that away, this record would sound just as impressive. The drumming of Meg isn't noticeably lacklustre, the bombastic moments of 'Rag And Bone' somehow bring a smile to your face, and it's everything a fan and even a non-fan, could have asked for, come summer.