White Blood Cells
our score: 4.5 out of 5.0
Pure Garage Rock
that rock music needs to be moving forward and finding new ways
to express itself is an idiot, plain and simple. There's much
to be said for pure, raw rock 'n' roll. It died a death years
ago, slowly fading out into nothing more than a nostalgic memory.
The White Stripes's latest album White Blood Cells shows
just what we have been missing by letting garage rock as we knew
it fade out.
because few groups have been able to succeed in this genre to
the extent White Stripes and their predecessors have. Nonetheless,
there is reason the world is beginning to sit up and take notice.
There is reason White Stripes are all the buzz.
the ragged guitar and tearing vocals of "Fell In Love With
a Girl," the Black Sabbath-fueld "Expecting" or
the alt-country twang of the oh-so-catchy "Hotel Yorba,"
it's evident that Jack and Meg White truly understand what they're
doing. There's no sense of self-inflated egos - the album is pure
rock 'n' roll - something that has been sadly missing for years
now amidst the barrage of ghetto pop and nu-metal saturating the
True, at times
Jack White sounds strangely like Robert Plant, but it goes with
the territory. White, like Plant does what comes naturally - the
results are inevitable (and excellent). And Meg (Jack's ex-wife)'s
crushing and exacting drums match the feel perfectly.
In the end
White Blood Cells is proof you don't need more than a great
guitarist/vocalist, a great drummer, and no fear of letting yourself
go to make a truly superb rock album.
a long time coming, but we gladly welcome White Stripes with open
liked White Blood Cells...