I’ve written previously that I believe that the White Stripes are the best band of the twenty-first century. So it was with a tinge of sadness that I read today of their demise. Only a tinge: they haven’t recorded anything for four years and the thirteen years that they have clocked up is pretty long. I can’t think of any band that has continued to be interesting after that amount of time, at least not with a break-up in between. The Beatles did everything they had to do in seven years, the Sex Pistols in a year. In contrast, as George East observed, The Rolling Stones have carried on 37 years since they were really interesting, and thirty since recording anything of value.
We will of course still be hearing from Jack White, through the Raconteurs and The Dead Weather. I know that George East isn’t a fan, but I enjoyed The Dead Weather’s 2009 album, Horehound.
When Ringo Starr received an award as the best drummer in the world, Lennon quipped that he wasn’t even the best drummer in The Beatles. Perhaps The Dead Weather are Jack’s attempt to say the same about Meg and the White Stripes. Jack is the drummer, with Dean Fertita (Queens of the Stone Age) on guitar and keyboards, on Jack Lawrence (Raconteurs) on bass and Alison Mosshart (The Kills) as lead vocalist. On this track, however, White gets a fair share of vocal duties too.
Apologies for the slightly tasteless video. Don’t try this at home, kids. And I hope this isn’t how Jack treats his mother.