Words fail to convey the power of the Black Keys. Unless they are growled into a dark and smoky bar. Makes me think of Muddy Waters every on song: "Been drinkin' TNT, been smokin' dynamite!!!" for some grade A gut bucket try 2, 3, 5, 7, 12
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By the early 1960s, blues was largely abandoned by its original African-American audience. But by the late '60s, the form had been embraced by young white fans. So the sound mutated, and continues to do so. White blues has more of a rock feel, with the British giving it a distinct (though hard to define) elan all their own. Meanwhile, in pursuit of the new audience, most surviving black veterans (and the few young African-Americans… more »
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File Under: From raw, gutbucket blues to soul, rock and pop with a similar unspoiled spirit
Flagship Acts: R.L. Burnside, Junior Kimbrough, Solomon Burke, the Black Keys, Andrew Bird, Band of Horses, Dinosaur Jr., Wavves, the Walkmen, Smith Westerns, Yuck, Tennis
Based In: Oxford, Mississippi
Like the Delta bluesmen whose records he started Fat Possum to release, Matthew Johnson is part of a dying breed. Rock owes much of its early legacy to eccentric, mostly European-descended label owners… more »
There were many British bands that swiveled rock's glorious adolescence, but for my nascent psychedelia and guitar drool, the Yardbirds have long held the most resonance. The wonder of first hearing the extended rave-up of "I'm A Man;" the Gregorian chants of "Still I'm Sad;" the eastern swami of "Over Under Sideways Down;" the clarion clang of the harpsichord in "For Your Love" forever changed for me how I would hear rock music.
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The Black Keys are easily the freshest thing to happen to blues in this millennium, but you can't really call them a blues band. But then, neither can you call the duo — drummer Patrick Carney and guitarist/vocalist David Auerbach — a rock band. Or even a blues-rock band in the conventional sense of the term. Their music is garage rock that knows that blues is at the very heart of rock, and it is… more »
As minimal two-man blues-rock bands go, this has to be near the top of the heap. The problem with minimal two-man blues-rock outfits (and there have been more of them than you think) is that they’re, well, usually too minimal, with thin garage sound and a shortage of variety. The Black Keys’ sound, impressively, is not too thin (though it is garage-ish), and there’s enough deft incorporation of funk, soul, and hard rock into the harsh juke joint-ish core to avoid monotony. Most importantly, Dan Auerbach has a genuinely fine, powerful blues voice, sometimes approximating a white, slightly smoother Howlin’ Wolf (particularly on the opener, “Busted”). Auerbach’s a good guitarist, too, conjuring suitably harsh and busy (and sometimes heavily reverbed) riffs out of what sounds like a cheap but effectively harsh amp. Patrick Carney’s drums might be the cruder component of this two-man band, but they keep the sound earthy without sounding sloppily punkish for the hell of it, as too many such groups searching for the blues-punk fusion do. The very occasional insertion of hip-hop snippets seems neither here nor there, and the cover of the Beatles’ “She Said, She Said” seems like an odd choice. But overall it’s quite cool raunchy electric blues with more vigor and imagination than similarly raw, elderly Southern juke joint artists who came into vogue starting in the 1990s. And it’s way fresher than the standard bar band blues-rockers with slicker execution and more reverence for blues clichés. – Richie Unterberger