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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Friday, June 22, 2007
    There's nothing left for me to tell you
     



    Time for another dose of Jack and Meg White's twenty-first century blues and at the heart of Icky Thump is a music as darkly primal as anything I ever heard from Robert Johnson. First St. Andrew (This Battle is in the Air) a locked-gates-of-heaven nightmare where over ruptured bagpipes Meg exclaims "I'm looking upwards / Where are the angels? / I'm not in my home / St. Andrew don't forsake me / St. Andrew / Don't forsake me / Who is here to greet me? / The children are crying / I'm not in my home / I travel backwards in ecstasy / Where are the angels? / Don't forget me / St. Andrew / I've been true / What do I need to say? / What do I need to say?"... And then the above, in which Jack White finds just the words to ejaculate every adult male's darkest existential fears. Well, mine anyway.