Jack White comes out here as a guitarist, and Meg White comes out on one track ("Cold Cold Night") as... a gentle, barely on-key respite from White's six-string onslaught. The Whtie Stripes have always been a strong, consistent band, but this is the first album that works as one coherent statement, with relationships forming the album's topical core (Around the perimeter: "Jack White is a soulful, shrill man"). The sound is more unified than on any Stripes album since their first one, compared to the fragmented sub genre-hopping of De Stijl and White Blood Cells. For the first time since their self-titled debut, the White Stripes sticks to the basics. Meg White can be criticized for her simplistic drumming, but it provides White with an anchor where he can show off his skills. Witness: the slow bluesy creep of "Ball and Biscuit," or the punkish "Girl, You Have No Faith in Medicine."
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