BBC Review
The Detroit blues minimalists turn in their most widescreen offering yet.
Chris Jones2007
At what point does alternative become mainstream? Six albums in and the White Stripes have a big fat Warners contract in their pocket and fill Hyde Park. In interviews Jack seems more enamoured of his new playmates, The Raconteurs. Is the end nigh? Or have the Detroit blues minimalists still got things to say?
Like all great acts the answer is a bit of both. While Icky Thump has plenty of overblown moments it also still contains all the things that made us love them in the first place. A track like ''300MPH Torrential Outpour Blues'' seems to sum this up in one handy five and a half-minute lump. Itās remarkably pretty. But it also contains some of his most meanderingly flaccid lyrics, and the shift from bayou lament to urban grit can be unsettling.
Yet the bulk of Icky Thump is still made up of terrific, concise blues-rock, force-fed through Jackās Motor City pugnacity. ''Catch Hell Blues''ā slide antics are pure Jimmy Page, and āEffect & Causeā is the perfect marriage of amusingly twisted logic and delta twelve-bar goodness. Thereās also a touch of country rock floating in Icky Thumpās DNA. āYou Don't Know What Love Is (You Just Do As You're Told)ā could be Crazy Horseās ''Cāmon Baby Letās Go Downtown''.
While this makes perfect sense, the use of bagpipes (an instrument where nine times out of ten discretion is the better part of valour), on "Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn", frankly fails on every level. This cod-Hibernian romp smacks of cultural tourism. Likewise āRag And Boneāās self-mythologising of the bandās magpie tendencies. These are the tropes of a band in flux.
Elsewhere however instrumentation can be inspired. "Conquest"'s mariachi horn is hilariously in-yer-face and the title track benefits mightily from the use of the very same keyboard that graced āTelstarā; played like some wiggly psychedelic worm.
This trackās wigged-out metallic riff underpins some terrific lyrics concerning his homelandās relationship with third world neighbours. But when he sings āYou canāt be a pimp and a prostitute tooā you canāt help wondering if thereās an element of his own conscience nagging at him to return to simpler days. Whether they ever survive such a sea change to make another album is to be seen. We can only hope soā¦




