The White Stripes

Icky Thump

The White Stripes
Ah! Jack’n’Meg. Welcome back. Yes, of course we’ve missed you. Nice threads, by the way. No, you don’t look like a tinker’s purse at all. So you’ve got a new song, then? It’s called ‘Icky Thump’, is it? Interesting. Well, it sounds like an alright name, we suppose. Anyway, let’s hear what it sounds li… Jesus in a jumpsuit! What the hell is that?! A Stylophone, you say? Sounds more like someone squeezing Smurfs until they pop. And that riff? That’s the sound of a leadbellied Zeppelin raining fire on the population.

How does this always happen? By rights, The White Stripes should be ‘over’ by now. After all, a three-chord trick can only take you so far in life. And in many ways, ‘Icky…’ is no different. Jack still plays up to his dastardly moustachioed persona, garbling like a deranged loon about some salty country stuff wut he done, and Meg still plays the drums in the style of a three-year-old who wanted a pony for Christmas instead. It’s very much business as usual. Except that it’s not, because every subsequent incarnation of this band seems like opening your garage door to discover your Mondeo has disappeared and a magical unicorn put in its place. There’s something eerie about this band’s capacity to make you hear them as though it was the first time. Always the same and yet always different, some would call it complete and utter unfiltered genius.

We’ll call it ‘Icky Thump’.

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