If you've been keeping tabs on Jack White, you already know of his lust for innovation, his dowdy magnetism, and his renegade perception of what a song should sound like. You've most likely heard the theories and read up on all the bullshit that surrounds his image. You've witnessed his words as they were misplaced, misjudged and ripped out of context in every way possible. But on his most recent album, Lazaretto
, White attempts to whitewash all of the nasty turbulence that he's suffered through in the past year in order to create an album that remains true to his original musical intentions to cut out all the bullshit and create a gut-punching, crotch-kicking, hard-rocking album. And he manages to do that pretty fucking flawlessly. Of course, this is not to say that Lazaretto
is any sort of come back album, because it isn't. Lazaretto
is the product of reiteration through refinement: It is a musician's last tired attempt to escape what he has already pointed out that he doesn't want to be a part of.