a spoon full of whiskey makes the sex go down

Jack White’s newest supergroup, The Dead Weather, would like to personally thank whiskey, cigarettes, and the devil for aiding them in the fight to keep rock n roll dirty and sexy. They will never be the White Stripes when it comes to innovation and the saving of rock music as we know it (remember the late nineties, early 2000?), but they are sludge factory of sex, smoke, and sweat that restores my faith in rock. White returns to the drums, his first instrument, stating that it is easier to produce songs when you control the rhythm and backbone of every song. Allison Mosshart of The Kills provides the sultry lead vocals, while White spits dueling backing from behind the kit. Mosshart seems liberated as White’s mistress of darkness than in her day job with the Kills. Dean Fertita is White’s guitar and organ puppet, laying down those distorted-with-dirt licks that we’ve all come to love from the Stripes. The guitars, not quite as stripped and simple as the Stripes, grind and moan with White’s seventies rock beats. Live, Mosshart resembles a better looking Mick Jagger, failing and dancing about almost preaching the faith of filth to the audience. Jack White can’t help himself; coming up to the forefront to rip the closing track “Will There Be Enough Water?” The answer: no there will never be enough water to put out White’s guitar inferno. Ladies, they will wet your panties, and gentlemen, they will pitch your tent. So put on their new album Horehound and grab a partner “by the hair, and hang [them] up from the heavens”.