30 Jan 12
I came into this post meaning to describe to you in a tediously pointless fashion, the nature and sound of the above track but I’m afraid I got sidetracked by the ambiguous title. Just what is it in Jack White’s cushy Coca Cola funded, Bond Theme branded life that’s putting a halt to his love? Could it be a metaphor for his (sort of) recent break up with long time musical partner/lady-wife/incestuous lover Meg White? The dull aching pound of his heartbeat yearning to be unified once again with the monotonous high school talent show thud of her drumming? His slow realisation that the metronome with a pair of novelty fake tits superglued to it clicking away in his rehearsal room just isn’t the same, warping his perception of right and utterly, despicably, it must be against my human rights bad so much he blindly walks into a collaboration with Insane Clown Possy. It’s okay Jack, it happens to the best of us. Or does the title refer to that time J-dog caught a glimpse of his own face in the mirror mid orgasm and his penis retracted back up into him like a ghostly turtle, terrified at the Tim Burton tinged horror of it all? I guess the only way to find out is to actually listen to the track, something I STILL haven’t done yet. Huh you’d think I was writing for a blog or something.
PREDICTION: Jack’s psuedo scat vocals on Love Interruption sound like The Crazy Cat Lady from The Simpsons with a sinus infection, under which booms some overly under produced hip hop skiffle drumming, scuzzy gutter punk guitars, and a nasally solo that sounds as if an immature sound technician is unplugging his effects pedals at random intervals.
CONCLUSION AFTER LISTENING: I’m a moron.