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March 25, 2009
Dan Auerbach, The Black Keys
HOLY MUSICIAN, BATMAN…
At some point between the recording of Elephant and now, the White Stripes began to suck. It must have been some combination of the mega-scrutiny of the hip-meter, the pressure to lead the bullshit, MTV-dictated “rock comeback,” or the general indie-rock bloggery that shattered Jack White’s already fragile psyche. Whatever it was that led him to form the nutless, blando-pop supergroup, the Raconteurs, marry a British supermodel, and request to be referred to as “Three Quid” was enough to make me walk away disappointed and confused. It’s not that the Raconteurs are even that bad; it’s that the White Stripes were that good.
White was supposed to be the guy to pull traditional blues-rock into post-punk territory, and for a while it looked as though he had the ghosts of Blind Willie McTell and Howlin’ Wolf by the throats (hear: “Stop Breakin’ Down” off The White Stripes or “Death Letter” of De Stijl). But now that White’s off penning Pepsi jingles with Alicia Keys (or whatever), the time has come to find a new dude to carry the torch. Enter: Dan Auerbach and his Black Keys.
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