The Dead Weather – Camden Roundhouse review

Posted on 1 July 2010
By Andy Johnson
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Its 36 degrees in the shade of the fading sun outside, but Jack White strolls on to the stage wearing a black v-neck jumper, ice cold as a February morning in Detroit.

Blue blood in them veins, he prowls, scowling out to the audience in his white boots while the rest of his band take their place. The atmosphere screams ‘You know not to mess with us.’

A giant, menacing blue eye watches over the proceedings, with five ominous umbrellas covering the stage lights and the White Stripes genius becomes the sixth centre stage, in his black trilby and white feather, with his mirror image on the drumskin.

Jack is both ferocious and fluid on the drums. He has a 10 piece drum kit which looks like six floor toms, one bass and three cymbals. Damn hot.

The sexual tension between Alison Mosshart and Mr White becomes too much to bear as she sticks her leg up on the drums to get closer to the action.

For Hussle n’ Cuss she stands in front, riffing off his pounding rhythms, surely Karen Ellson must be worried – red head or not.

Alison moves on stage like a rock chick cobra, darting between the hard beats with coiled killer heels and springs on to the speakers, waiting for a riff to bite.

Jack announces the line up and hails them from Nashville, with an adopted Southern drawl evident in his Mid-Western accent, before picking up his white guitar and bursting the hot air with a piercing blues riff.

Queens Of The Stone Age star Dean Ferita admirably heats the crowd up with his guitar and keys skills for Cut Like A Buffalo.

But Alison and Jack work the crowd into a frenzy as they become the beast with two backs on the lead mic for Cool Water.

For an encore, fellow Raconteur Lil’ Jack holds the beat steady, while Jack picks up his guitar and again proves why he is the most exciting young musician to watch live.

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