The ploy of releasing an album without any advance warning comes into play when an artist feels they are being paid either too much or too little attention. The stealth arrival of Jack White’s new solo album falls firmly into the second category.
I didn’t love White’s old band, the White Stripes, back when they were a garage-rock/blues revival phenomenon in the early 2000s. Since their demise in 2011, the world seems to be coming around to this way of thinking. Their most successful albums, Elephant and White Blood Cells, hold little cultural currency these days. The band’s moment of ascendancy now seems almost dream-like, a vacuum-filling kink in the musical ecosystem, while White’s subsequent solo career has failed to set the world alight.
Time, then, for a back-to-basics reset. Two weeks ago, customers at Third Man Records shops in Detroit, Nashville and London received a complimentary 12-inch vinyl record with their paid-for purchases.
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