Thank God for Jack White
Icky Thump has been in heavy rotation on my iPod. Some of the album is so-so, and honestly I forgive the White Stripes for that because the title track is freakin’ awesome. I mean, let’s be honest – Meg’s not a conservatory-trained percussionist and Jack is not necessarily a virtuoso. But my God do they find IT when they play.
In my mind I can see clearly Jack’s furiously switching between his guitar and that wierd, monophonic synth while Meg pounds on her drumset with a shaker and a drumstick in one hand. These two have saved rock and roll. I can’t believe what a fan of Lo Fi this conservatory-trained boy is turning out to be.
