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The White Stripes - White Blood Cells
The White Stripes are a duo from Detroit: Jack White on guitar and
vocals, Meg White on drums. White Blood Cells (released in July) is their third
release on the Sympathy For The Record Industry label, following their 1999 self-titled
album and 2000's De Stijl. A peppermint candy derived red-and-white color scheme
unites the design of all three CD covers, the Whites' outfits, and their web site. The Whites have played
some myth-making games with the press, insisting that they are brother and sister; other
sources reveal that Meg and Jack are ex-spouses.
White Blood Cells is rooted in blues-rock tradition, lo-fi and unpretentious,
untouched by sampling or breakbeats. A sounds-like-one-take indie ethic pervades the
disc, but there are styles (and transparent influences) aplenty, and Jack White's earnest
vocals morph to fit the style of each track. There's a roadhouse twang in the stomping
"Hotel Yorba." Clocking in at one minute fifty seconds, the post-punk "Fell
in Love With a Girl" sounds like a lost Pete Shelley/Buzzcocks demo. "The Union
Forever," its lyrics inspired by Citizen Kane, is tempo-shifting garage
psychedelia, with singing evocative of Pixies-era Frank Black. "I Think I Smell a
Rat" has a grungy flamenco urgency; you can imagine the Stripes with roses in their
teeth (red and white ones, of course) as they perform it.
The song I like the best on White Blood Cells is the gentlest. "We're Going
to Be Friends" is a candy-sweet acoustic ode to schoolage palhood; it's smart about
the world of children, and utterly beguiling. Fitting that the most childlike song on the
album most points to the band's burgeoning maturity.
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Iggy Pop - Beat
'Em Up In 1993, the same year
Iggy Pop released American Caesar, a friend and I self-published a comic book. Iggy
asked for letters in the liner notes so we sent a copy of our book. A couple of months
later, we received a response straight from the man himself, handwritten on a small piece
of pink stationery, that began: "You guys, I loved the fucking comic!" I relate
this story
as a way of clarifying for what follows: Iggy, I hate the fucking CD. How much farther
into self-parody are you going to sink?
Pop's last
album, Avenue B, was his admitted try to record a more mature album, full of
introspection and more depth than he usually attempts. But based on the image he has had
for three decades, no one could take it seriously. The critics savaged it. On Beat 'Em
Up, Pop has returned to the punk and metal roots that made him famous. Unfortunately,
this can't be taken seriously either. The guitar riffs and bass lines are straight out of
Heavy Metal 101 and Iggy relies far too much on speaking his lines than singing them, a
technique which has never worked well for him. The outrage at the system he tries to
express falls flat now that he is a part of that system instead of an unknown failure. Of
course, Pop has never been the critics' darling. The albums that we now consider classics
were panned or ignored outright when they first came out. Maybe in 20 years, Beat 'Em
Up will be a classic as well. In the meantime, I'm going to go listen to Raw Power
and remind myself why I like Iggy in the first place. (Virgin)
Wayne Wise
(Reprinted from In
Pittsburgh Weekly, 08/15/01, by permission of the author.) |
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