I spent a night at work listening to Iron & Wine’s Sing Into My Mouth album on YouTube (sorry Sam, but long gone are the days when my record collection was small enough to add what the fuck ever without listening first & frankly after Ghost on Ghost I’ve become a Iron & Wine skeptic) and really loved it is a whole album, which is pretty rare these days.
The song that really stood out the most was the “Bullet Proof Soul” cover (original by Sade). I stumbled across this album and song not long after diving into a emotional longing that may well turn out to be lifelong. *sigh* Hilariously, the lyrics don’t really speak to that longing–but the music, including the vocal melody, hits that sweet spot of my soul. Sam Beam’s vocal delivery is plaintive and contemplative. And those damn brushes! Gets me every time. Normally I hate twangy shit, but it’s a nice touch here. If you want to feel good and sorry for yourself for five minutes, this track is a nice place to stop and have a beer.
Something always keeps me away from non-White Stripes Jack White. I love his voice, I love his songs, but I never quite get around to the “buy” part. So with free iTunes currency in hand, I took the NO RAGRETS dive and committed to grabbing a song from 2012’s Blunderbuss.
The moody, intentional guitar lick helps tie down the anxious percussion layers. The emphasis on “feet” and “police” in the first verse reminds me a lot of Jonathan Davis’ (Korn) vocal embellishments. I don’t think that it’s good or bad, just an amusing connection. Despite being a solo album, this song is particularly White Stripesy in the melody, chords, counterpoints and lyrics. It plays almost like a Stripes B-Side rather than an individual artist going in separate direction from the band.
In a disturbing twist, the song kind of seems to be the protagonist (White?) abusing his S/O because she treats him poorly and then whining about the consequence of her charging him with assault. All under the banner of “she’s got freedom in the 21st century” ala feminism is ruining my misogyny. So, on that note I hope that this is satire against ignorant assholes rather than, you know, Jack White: the pity party auto-biography.