Bit of a nostalgia trip in this one. This is one of those albums that does what it does very well. Feels like a dumbed-down Cramps / Pussy Galore / Hasil Adkins, but Jack White clearly managed to capture the zeitgeist of the time with these tunes. As Seven Nation Army’s ubiquity attests. Another on I drifted off from after a few tracks, but catchy in places.
The analogue sound makes this album. Even listening via a digital stream you get a sense of old school equipment. A lot of the songs were unfamiliar - odd, seeing as though I played it constantly for a few months after its release. I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself has an interesting take. I suspect it was something of an in joke between Meg and Jack at the time. Some of the harmonising reminded me of Queen. Oh dear.