I don’t think it’s humanly possible for Jack White to release a bad album, right? But I think he has finally succeeded in creating his first dud earlier this year, despite some great elements of free-play and inventiveness on Boarding House Reach. At it’s best, beginning with Connected By Love, I think it’s a really brave album, but soon after it descends into a weird avant-garde road trip that is unfortunately a little too much even for me. Seriously, what’s with White’s cringeworthy attempt at rapping on Ice Station Zebra all about? But please don’t be put off by my seemingly unfair rant. It’s probably a throwback of mourning and longing to hear The Whites Stripes’ Seven Nation Army and its infectious riff and chant. Back in his heyday, Jack White almost single-handedly reinvented the rock wheel with his minimalistic approach to instrumentation and recording and that particular song just always stands out for me as The Whites Stripes crowning achievement. By the way, that matrix of a music video with interchanging images of Jack and Meg White is out of this world.