1.5 stars
The White Stripes‘ sixth disc leaves you wondering what the hell happened. After all, Jack and Meg White’s third album, 2001′s White Blood Cells, brought the garage rock revival to the mainstream. It was the mixture of stripped-down guitar, catchy riffs, and intimate vocals that got me hooked along with everyone else, and I consider White Blood Cells to be among the top records of the decade. The White Stripes’ subsequent efforts, Elephant and Get Behind Me Satan, were not as good, but they certainly served their purposes. So why is Icky Thump so bad?
Jack and his ex-wife sound generic. I never thought this was possible, but it’s happened. “You Don’t Know What Love Is (You Just Do as You’re Told)” sounds like a shell of what the duo used to be. It’s almost as if they’re another band trying to sound like The White Stripes.
Then, there’s the guitar issue on Icky Thump. Although Jack White once was named the 17th all-time best guitarist by Rolling Stone, much of his work on Icky Thump is the musical equivalent of going to the dentist. In fact, the guitar often sounds like a dentist’s drill. It’s at its fingernails-on-the-chalkboard worst on “Catch Hell Blues.” I don’t know what White was trying to do here. Much of the album stays away from the band’s recent experimentation with other instruments such as the piano, and in general, it’s a back-to-the-basics garage record. While garage rock often is earsplitting, it tends not to be guitar solos that do it.
Other hands-over-your-ears moments come during “Rag and Bone” (when Jack White, a Michigan native living in Memphis, talks in an awful faux-southern accent) and “I’m Slowly Turning into You” (when at the song’s end there’s a crescendo to a cacophony). The lowest point Icky Thump reaches is on the only cover on the record, “Conquest.” The song is written by Corky Robbins. I’ve never heard Robbins’ version, but it has to be better than the Stripes’ version. Love him or hate him, everyone knows Jack White can’t carry much of a tune. So, why, oh, why did he have to put us through his rendition of this Spanish-style song where he wails completely off-key, “Co-o-onquest”? This is one of the worst songs I ever have heard from a good band. Add to all this the fact that Jack White has almost nothing to say in his lyrics, and you’ve got a huge disappointment.
A few songs on Icky Thump make it semi-tolerable, though. The title track and first single is pretty good. It features about the only lyric with substance: “Why don’t you kick yourself out you’re an immigrant too.” During this line, Jack White’s voice reminds me a lot of fellow Detroit native Eminem‘s voice. Some parts of “Icky Thump” remind me of “I’m Shipping up to Boston” by Dropkick Murphys, which is that street-tough punk song with bagpipes in The Departed. The best song on the record, though, is “Bone Broke.” The song just rocks, and it’s The White Stripes at their best. “Prickly Thorn, but Sweetly Worn” is an Irish-sounding song that works pretty well. “A Martyr for My Love for You” would be good if it weren’t for terrible lyrics.
In general, Icky Thump lacks charm and heart. It’s going to be hard to top as the most disappointing album of the year. There is a silver lining in this mess, though: We still have The Raconteurs.
Scale:
0. Shoot yourself
1. Poor
2. So-So
3. Good
4. Excellent
5. Instant classic
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