Jack White is a rare breed, and not just because of his unrelenting quirks. Most of music's few remaining rock stars don't play rock 'n' roll, but White is one guitar-slinger whose appearance elicits genuine, unbridled excitement.
Jack White is a rare breed, and not just because of his unrelenting quirks. Most of music’s few remaining rock stars don’t play rock ’n’ roll, but White is one guitar-slinger whose appearance elicits genuine, unbridled excitement.
The occasion for White’s visit to the LC this Monday is to pimp solo debut “Blunderbuss.” Now, the idea of a Jack White solo album seems redundant considering he seemed to be pulling the strings in all his prior projects, but no one should be complaining that “Blunderbuss” sounds more like a White Stripes album than any of White’s recent projects.
It also plays like late-period Beatles; the streak of rollicking rockers on Side B finds White getting both his Lennon and McCartney on. And while “Blunderbuss” feels pedestrian compared to those Fab Four records and even the Stripes’ early LPs, hearing White’s unmistakable howl set against his obsessive refractions of rock history remains a pleasure.