The blues. Depressing stuff...
As you might expect with a plastic tooth, Jon Spencer‘s bark is these days
considerably worse than his bite. Once the acme of cool for mildly
patronising record shop assistants from London to New York, we now find The
White Stripes stealing his blues thunder, and his schtick wearing a little
thin. [I]”Blues Explosion!”[/I] he testifies, wanly. [I]”From New York City!”[/I]
Or, if you like: Blues Explosion! From [I]Grease: The Musical[/I]! As filled
with indifferent rockabilly stylings as with his customary blues
impersonator, and it’s really not too good. There are a couple of spirited
moments (particularly ‘She Said’ and ‘Down In The Beast’), but the
conviction that made us entertain this whole business in the first place is
Which leaves us? Resident outside a not terribly funny in-joke, and Jon
Spencer sounding more like Vic Reeves with every passing day. Fangs for the
memories, and all that.