After three successful bands, Jack White has finally done it and gone off on his own. Undoubtedly the unquestioned captain of his latest music vessel, White shines bright. Blunderbuss is both quintessential White as well as its own clearly marked chapter.
With new snazzy new titles like “Producer” in front of his name, White does not forget his most important role: being Jack White. Included are all the quirks from The White Stripes and Raconteurs, presented in an all new Bluesy setting. The riffs that cut like swift slashes from a knife, the shrillness of a whining verse that sounds borrowed from mother goose, White has brought with him his trusty indie-rock tool box.
Given the controls, he is a maestro. Songs like “Hypocritical Kiss” and “Weep Themselves to Sleep” are more arrangements than they are tracks. Emotional arrangements at that; this is probably the heaviest material we have seen from him since his 2005 White Stripes release Get Behind Me Satan.
More restrained than any of his group efforts, it would be interesting to hear what some of these songs would sound like if treated by more than just White and studio musicians. Listen to “Sixteen Saltines” and it’s impossible not to imagine the potential Meg White crashing and smashing that could have graced our sore ear buds with their presence.
But sometimes less is more, or at least enough. In this case, it’s more than enough. The first time releasing music without a collective name to attribute to it, Jack White turns in a winning performance. Blunderbuss is anything but a clumsy mess, rather, this album is a cohesive success that can be listened to cover to cover.
Blunderbuss – last.fm
Blunderbuss – Amazon