“The Detroit-bred, Nashville-based rock guru maintains the steady footing he established on 2024’s No Name for another batch of blues-punk barn-burners.”
“On his seventh solo album, White lets his guitar do the talking”
“White’s eighth solo album documents perpetual disorder, challenged connections, and idealism under siege. It’s also a kickass rock record”
“Once the figurehead of "I don't have a smartphone" discourse, Jack White has become an extremely online Instagram guy, raging out about Donald Trump on a regular basis. He's even given the president a hashtag: #twaat, an acronym for "The Worst American of All Time." Like a lot of us, being glued to the political circus doesn't seem to be doing wonders for White's well-being. "Feeling content / Ma”
“Jack White’s seventh solo album delivers night-terror boogie and fleet-fingered car-crash jams with the technical proficiency and liturgical intensity of a rock’n’roll lifer.”
““Welcome to the Garden of Eden,” spits Jack White in his fullest trademark preacher squawk on the chugging ‘Frozen Charlotte’ opener ‘G.O.D. And The Broken Ribs’. “There’s nobody here but me and you – so what we gonna be eating?” Hold off on that order of forbidden apple for two for now. “Welcome to the end of the world,” he beckons, warning that the end of the beginning is night with “nobody left”
