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Sunday, June 19, 2005
White Stripes
Piano? Marimba? Garage sound? Not what I was expecting at all. I thought White Stripes were all guitar, but never mind.
I was introduced to the existence of the group when they became the darlings of the Popbitch board some years ago, and looking the album up on Amazon, I was surprised to read that this is their fifth album.
Well, knowing they were beloved by the London Media Dahlinks kinda turned me against them. Irrational, I know, but if you consider that the recent Chris Morris series "Nathan Barley" pretty much captures the attitude of the Popbitch inhabitants, you'll see why anything they expound should probably be avoided.
But - wait for it - Get Behind Me Satan is actually rather good. Yes, I'm as surprised as you. I was ready to write "Bland" ten times in ten reviews, but it was not to be.
I've always been a fan of that raw sound - comes of being a live music freak I suppose - and this album's a foot stomping, chunky, fuzzy romp of an album that I liked from first to last.
I was going to write down the tracks I like, but that would be just like reproducing the back cover, with the notable exception of "White Moon" which is really a little bit shit. The Nurse, My Doorbell, Instinct Blues, Little Ghost and Take Take Take stand out as particular favourites. Yeah, you oculd rock out to this album. I like.
This one's on my shopping list. Result!