The Singles Jukebox

Pop, to two decimal places


Side-eyeing the song, perhaps?

Jonathan Bradley: For their first three or four albums, the White Stripes fronted like they’d never heard any music released after 1960 or north of the Mason-Dixon: a pleasant piece of theater made better by the duo’s unwavering commitment to it. Since then — let’s date the transition to the release of “Seven Nation Army” — Jack White has steadily worked to erase that pretense and replace it with the fiction he has never heard any music that wasn’t made by British groups from the 1970s who themselves wished they’d never heard any music released after 1960 or north of the Mason-Dixon. The recursion isn’t interesting.

Anthony Easton: Even with his collaborative work, you could tell White’s influence pretty explicitly, so his solo album is just refining or purifying his themes or interests into one place. That said, the grind of this, the sophisticated attempt to appear unsophisticated and the wry nonsense lyrics make me want to hear the whole album.


Jonathan Bogart: The reason I eventually stopped caring about the White Stripes was that I didn’t care enough about Jack White, Genius Auteur, to try to parse lyrics that were, on the face of it, just there to rhyme. I see he’s even given up rhyming these days.

Alfred Soto: The title, bursts into falsetto and “who’s jealous” bits mark the only time this beloved Rolling Stone cover artist does something I’d want to hear twice. I’m inclined to blame the editors of venerable, dying publications for abetting White’s thirdhand misogyny, too.

Brad Shoup: “I’ve always felt it’s ridiculous to say, of any of the females in my life: You’re my friend, you’re my wife, you’re my girlfriend, you’re my co-worker,” Jack told the Times. “This is your box, and you’re not allowed to stray outside of it.” Someone forgot to tell his songs.

Katherine St Asaph: The guitar histrionics might outdo Jack’s mewl, but he can’t fool me. It’s gonna be fun watching White Stripes fans defend the Nice Guy(tm) peepings and really fun watching them defend “I float in a sea of sadness.” (In his despair room?) Points for fun, I guess, or for trolling.

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  1. the20000 reblogged this from floppyhump and added:
    Can’t stop won’t stop full stop.
  2. floppyhump reblogged this from thesinglesjukebox and added:
    Look, it’s a post about people who are clueless about music. Also, would everyone PLEASE stop accusing Jack White of...
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