Forecast: Cloudy with a Chance of Guitar Solos 4 out of 5 Stars
Jack White must be terrified of entropy. His third "band" releases their debut album, and it's a wicked mix of the dirtiest White Stripes garage rock and Whites love of Devilish blues yowls. Alison Mosshart of the Kills steals his microphone and slurs her way into a surly temptress, snapping lyrics like "just because you caught me, does that make it a sin?" "Horehound" echoes like a band boozing it up as a bootlegger holds a recorder up to the window in an attempt to capture moonshine on a tapedeck. Sometimes it doesn't work, but when it does, it kicks you from one end of the building to the wall.
This is pretty raw stuff, sounding like the old school rock blues from the late seventies. "Hang You From The Heavens" has a fat, fuzzy guitar inflates a hades-bound Mosshart as she grabs that bad man in her life and threatens to "drag You to the devil." A ratty sounding organ pumps under "Cut Like a Buffalo." This is mountain quaking stuff. The sounds is appreciatively murky and Gothic, and White bashes the drums like mad. It hits more often than it doesn't, probably due to the speed which it came together (3 weeks from start to finish), but if you miss the days when rock albums were bashed out with more attention to feeling than finesse, "Horehound" is for you.
Jack White must be terrified of entropy. His third "band" releases their debut album, and it's a wicked mix of the dirtiest White Stripes garage rock and Whites love of Devilish blues yowls. Alison Mosshart of the Kills steals his microphone and slurs her way into a surly temptress, snapping lyrics like "just because you caught me, does that make it a sin?" "Horehound" echoes like a band boozing it up as a bootlegger holds a recorder up to the window in an attempt to capture moonshine on a tapedeck. Sometimes it doesn't work, but when it does, it kicks you from one end of the building to the wall.
This is pretty raw stuff, sounding like the old school rock blues from the late seventies. "Hang You From The Heavens" has a fat, fuzzy guitar inflates a hades-bound Mosshart as she grabs that bad man in her life and threatens to "drag You to the devil." A ratty sounding organ pumps under "Cut Like a Buffalo." This is mountain quaking stuff. The sounds is appreciatively murky and Gothic, and White bashes the drums like mad. It hits more often than it doesn't, probably due to the speed which it came together (3 weeks from start to finish), but if you miss the days when rock albums were bashed out with more attention to feeling than finesse, "Horehound" is for you.
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