At the first public appearance of a fledgling band called the Dead Weather, at the Bowery Ballroom on Tuesday night, all four members dressed in dark clothes. They made infernal blues language with big drums and vocal whines and used beautiful Gretsch guitars and keyboards to create noises like woofs and air-horn blares. It was an hour of unease with jumbo gestures, like discarded ideas from Led Zeppelin’s first album. Nobody onstage looked very happy. The band was good looking and good sounding, perfectly acceptable and a bit inert."Infernal blues language," "discarded ideas from Led Zeppelin's first album," "perfectly acceptable"? Keep it coming, Ben!
We like to talk about music--mostly of the folk and acoustic variety--from our home bases in Urbana, Illinois; South Hadley, Massachusetts; Minneapolis, Minnesota; New York, New York; and Portland, Oregon. The name of the blog comes from a lyric written by Tracy Grammer, from her song "The Verdant Mile."
Monday, April 20, 2009
NYT on The Dead Weather
Ben Ratliff had a great lede in the paper last Thursday in his review of Jack White's side project, The Dead Weather:
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