
It's been a week that tells me fifteen times a day " hey did you see? The White Stripes it's over, "and a week, fifteen times a day I want to answer" and then ? .
I readily admit this and have always known that I've never been what might be called a vulgar fanatic White Stripes, though I recognize their very merit has issued a (good) rock on the front of the stage some ten years. But despite my attraction to rock to blues strong tendency, in some incomprehensible it must be admitted, the Detroit duo has never packed.
There are probably that, although he is a musician / composer / producer fabulous, I can hardly bear the voices of Jack White more than two pieces.
ago also and I think especially the fact that in recent years, it is not quite sure by what curse, 9/10ths of the rednecks of the world began to take the riff from Seven Nation Army version "sung" (although "Beuglée" corresponds better) in football stadiums, rugby, handball and other sports being played as a team, as well as concerts and festivals where that riff is now used as sound public demonstration to demand a recall.
(Note here that the reverse is also possible: the transformation of the public in "song", we have seen with our friends Usher and will.i.am (previously a producer of hip hop / r 'n'b relatively talented that unfortunately seems to have lost all good taste in music since he met with David Guetta and eurodance) and their unfortunate tube Oh My God, who took the initiative excelleeeeente to regain public OhOhOhOhOhhhh feature a concert showing his enthusiasm for the group at the end of his set.) Well, I'm rambling.
short, all that to say that, frankly, given the last two albums spawned by the White Stripes, and especially the penchant louder Jack White to look elsewhere (The Raconteurs, The Dead Weather), in other words it was a moment that it started to smell the tree, this case. Better to stop in dignity, is not Whitney Houston? "
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