The jump in a really dirty puddle ...

I know this band only since less than a year, got on LastFM randomly "Just Got To Be" is part of this same album, and fell in love with this raw, dirty and heavenly sound simple. Weeks later I had beyond both "Thickfreakness" and "Rubber Factory" are on my shelf, and I particularly the latter very impressed. Anyone familiar with the eraser factory, which is missing on this album, so my only criticism, a bit of light-heartedness, the ease of songs from the previous album.

... And the more and more intense the dirt flies, the greater the sparkle in the eyes

Another common mistake is to compare the black keys with white stripes. These are simply two different sounds. The two bands Imagine times before briefly as toilet paper.

The White Stripes: Oh, a hip striped toilet paper in the Orignalfarben Red, White and Black. 5 layers, from 50% recycled paper. There is one in use at all times feel pretty good, even if it is partially almost too soft, is too lenient. It does what you expect. After use, you throw it good in the bowl, rinse it down, and resumes its normal activities.

The Black Keys: Ouch. Grey toilet paper with rustic knobs. Reminiscent of a down down motel (at best in Akron, Ohio). 1-ply, tattered and torn from its predecessor. It consists of 90% recycled paper, the remaining 10% must be well-sawdust ... Already with the first Using '"burning" a little rough this. It tweaks and bites - and completely fulfilled its purpose. The difference is that you also feel this certain "tweak" some time after Using 'at certain points. And with God - should not blow your nose so that you look at. What I mean to say:

... Anyone who has even a shred of Blues in the blood is instantly fall in love with this raw, rustic sound of keys, even if their amps and amplifiers have cost one tenth of those of Stripes. A shot in the heart, a thick juicy steak for the soul. The truly not bad, but not nearly as honest, some have optimized and adapted sound of White Stripes offers simply not such a good role model as "The Black Keys".

... And secretly hoped that the next puddle is even deeper, even more coarse, much dirtier, even if mom hates the laundry.

For album itself. Keys typically remains the incredibly filling, dynamic sound, considering that there is a 2-man's chapel at work. Carney's drumming is like an old, rusty steam locomotive whose runners are sharp as razor blades and a catchy rhythm inexorably forward whip ("Your Touch"). Dan's Klampfenspiel contrast personifies the old, experienced, sooty, blessed with scars and burns, bourbon whiskey-soaked engineer fox who knows exactly how and when to tackle his monster sometimes gentle (brilliant: "You're the One"). The fact that they are together unbeatable, never come too late and always right there, if you need them, who knows, every passenger.

Conclusion: 5 stars, absolutely deserved, even though imo "Rubber Factory" is a little better. So raw, dirty and thereby profoundly honest as it can only be good blues rock.