Messy, uneven, and at times unlistenable, the album’s sheer audacity makes it utterly intriguing.
Lazaretto is full of brash, forceful songs, further indulging the intense id formerly balanced by the White Stripes’ sweet-and-salty duality.
When White takes a solo, he’s usually on his toes, his audience likewise, thanks both to magician-worthy stage surprises and to the consistent vitality of tunes both new and old.
Jack and Meg have an intimate comfort with one another, and they argue and gently console each other as family does.
Due to semi-popular demand, we’ve decided to post #101—250 of both our Best of the Aughts: Albums and Best of the Aughts: Singles lists.
Mellow’s name was a lie: Perfect Colors, their second (and seemingly final) album proper, is breathlessly sarcastic.