... Handle their lives, preferably their early childhood on their plates constantly, so you will not want to know who Jack White as the sandbox, so there ever was one, pulled the shovel over the head after listening to "Horehound" has. One can accuse the boy yes some, servility but one certainly not to do so. For this work of his second or third Spielwiese The Dead Weather is so monstrous and hard edible that he will guarantee not do with it in the hearts of format radio listeners (and also the Italian Ultras will be hard pressed to a new song for the Curva it find). Now I do not want to be unfair, "Horehound" is always audible as a twelve-tone atonal of Schoenberg or the dopey Schunkel ranks of Kastelruther Spatzen. But relatively catchy songs like "Seven Nation Army" or "Hotel Yorba" are nowhere on the disk. Here is honored from the first minute to the Killer Blues, eleven times thoroughly declined and varied, sometimes with slight Reggae Tunes offset (Cut Like A Buffalo), sometimes as a dusty desert Rock (Rocking Horse), then again as a dark menacing bond at Birthday Party (So Far From Your Weapon) disguised. Together, all the songs screeching power chords and breathless Breaks, the bass drum is as ubiquitous as the bone-dry percussion. Highlights, however, are hard to make out, maybe if instead of squeaking the White enters the opening track "60 Feet Tall", where you can still breathes easier embattled Alison Mosshart of the Kills ans Micro. The posted as melodic piece "Treat Me Like Your Mother" sounds unfortunately like a revenant this 90s crossover bands like German-style H-Blockx or A Surge, not so successful models so. In the end then staggers, tired of everlasting Geknüppel and sore vocal chords, the whole entourage thirsty and exhausted (Will There Be Enough Water?) Delirious then, a little compassion you have there already. A quite interesting piece of music so, but for now Date or the warm summer evening but recommended more proven as a mix between Jack and Barry would not be very helpful ...
