Jack White may continue to keep his hitmaking formulas and his sympathetic sweetheart side hidden from The Dead Weather, but Sea Of Cowards probably kicks ass anyway. White’s third band’s second album struts for 35 minutes like it’s headed toward a one-night stand with The Bride of Frankenstein.
On first listen, I forgave what sounded like unremarkable songwriting because I was seduced by the riffs. They’re heavy and spry, liquid and sharp, and they’re the main reason I plan to spin Sea Of Cowards at least nine more times. The album’s official US release is May 11, so by then I should have a better idea whether it’s more than just an intoxicating work of blues, fury and sweaty monster sex.
Man, I’m excited to listen to this one.