Jack White has always been a man of odd obsessions. Coca-cola, pearly kings, Brendan Benson and now, Yorkshire. Of course, Yorkshire is rock'n'roll, but to find a card carrying musical god like Mr. Jack admitting it? Well, yu' could ride us bear-arsed t'brat-fud before we'd have expected that.
Still, if it gives us songs like Icky Thump, we'll not worry too much. The sound of a band beating Black Sabbath to death with a sausage on a pole. A track akin to someone strangling Robert Plant with a stylophone during an electrical storm on Stonehenge.
It caps out else released this week. Bugger The Raconteurs, give us Meg thumping away distractedly as if she'd been asked to integrate a particularly devious elleptical curve just before the tape started rolling, while her former beau unleashes the full force of his insane mariachi preacher over the top. Icky Thump? Reet grand.