And while I'm at it...
Can someone explain to me the appeal of The White Stripes? The other night I endured Tea Leoni's ramblings about her 5-year-old's boner on Conan specifically to give TWS another chance.
"Surely," I thought, "The Stripes have grown as musicians, and I'm sure that these new offerings will be demonstrative of a fresh, new musical maturity..."
But of course, I was wrong. Instead, TWS hashed out the same sloppy, jagged, blues-biting crap that made them famous. And don't think you're cute by plunking down amid a gawkish audience for your second song of the show and playing some sort of white Robert Johnsonish accoustic number.
That said, my anger yet again is aimed squarely at Meg White.
Meg, after all these years and after all your success, can't you afford to take a fucking drum lesson, and quit playing like a slack-armed pussy? No amount of boob-wiggling can draw attention from a warpish beat. I understand you want to keep your style boring minimal, but at least keep it tight. I've taken shits whose plopping cadence was more rhythmic. Wake the fuck up because it's up to you to keep this shlock together.
Oh yeah, and their new album is entitled Icky Thump. I'm not sure why, but this makes me mad too.
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i kind of hate them too. i don't get it.
Posted by: brian | June 21, 2007 04:27 AM