“It's been a long time since I've wanted to hear an album every day, let alone more than once a day. Sure, to make these review deadlines, I often have to listen to a record daily, but in so many cases, it's a chore. That's not a problem with *White Blood Cells*. In fact, the problem now is finding time for the next album to review; all I want to do is listen to the White Stripes. I've got it taped”
“The White Stripes play gothic garage punk strictly by all the best and baddest rules. Detroit’s Jack and Meg White, allegedly brother and sister, look like they haven’t been out of their apartment in six years, and like the Ramones, they named themselves after their band (or vice versa). Best of all, they fuse inescapable, […]”
