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I work hard as wood and plaster. Wood built up at the work camps, the Seven Nation Army's, the Consolers of the Lonely, the hounds of hell at the Hore's Hound. Jack White, the man responsible for above all dropped Lazaretto a day ago.
One day ago. One day ago the album consisting of eleven tracks made their way up into the mind of MONTH OF THE WOLF. Jack White, a man who has consistently delivered harshly, as a genius, as a broken boy soldier. One may wonder why he fantasizes about hospital beds, a raft, a boy in the water. He's hurt, but not afraid of physical PAIN. He sees himself as a boy, a boy who has grown into a man but is trapped in the boy's body. This is proved in Davis Guggenheim's documentary film, "It Might Get Loud." The ending sequence. Watch it. Go out and buy it. Get into your car and drive down the road towards the Death Letter awaiting at the end of that road. Pack up your suitcase before you do that.
An isolation hospital for people with infectious diseases, especially leprosy and plague. Lazaretto. Opens with "Three Women." Red, blonde, and brunette. With DARU JONES on drums one can hear the technique, the skill, and the mental strength it takes to work with JW. DOMINIC DAVIS on bass, FATS KAPLIN on Pedal Steel, IKEY OWENS on B3 Organ, Keys, CORY YOUNTS on Mandolin, Harmonica, and Background Vocals. "Three Women" is a combination of a sense of entitlement and pride intertwined with a saturated guitar-tone, and an aggressive approach.
The single explodes, crashes over the listener making veins turn white all the while blue left with a feeling of electric ice. The Lazaretto, The Lazaretto, Born Rotten, Bored Rotten. Shake God's hand and tell 'em this is how I'm going to do it. It's slick, well-crafted, the Moog and Korg Synths combined parallel each other with a sense of perfection, the custom-made Gretsch goes without saying but I'm just going ahead to SAY IT ANYWAY.
"Temporary Ground" & and "Would You Fight For My Love?" calm the album momentarily until "High Ball Stepper" takes hold. It is hard to let go. BROOKE WAGGONER on Piano stumbles, trips, and falls before CATHERINE POPPER takes control on Bass followed by CARLA AZAR on Drums, LILLIE MAE RISCHE on Fiddle, MAGGIE BJORKLUND on Pedal Steel, and RUBY AMANFU on Tambourine. The song is haunting, can be compared to instrumental track "Three Birds" from The Dead Weather's debut Horehound, tuff, fast all the while slow like a sloth.
"Just One Drink" & "Alone In My Room" is Jack proving my point as a broken boy soldier. "Entitlement" he finds himself again with lyrics like "I guess nobody on earth is entitled. Not mothers, not children, not kings. Not one single person. On God's golden shore. Is entitled to one single thing. We don't deserve a single damn thing."
"That Black Bat Licorice" has a Raconteurs-esque feel due to the fact PATRICK KEELER is playing Drums and the riffs almost remind you of The Dead Weather's opening track on Sea of Cowards "Blue Blood Blues". "I Think I Found The Culprit" sonically can be compared to The White Stripes closing track on Icky Thump "Effect and Cause". "Want and Able" features Jack on Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, and Piano. The lyrics are clever with verses like, "Who is the who that is telling who what to do." So I'll let you guys do all the comparing because this town got nothin' better to do.