Jack WhiteNo Name

White strips it back to raw, blown-out garage-blues fury, the most primal he's sounded in years. The riffs are jagged and overdriven, the energy unhinged and immediate, like the whole thing was tracked live in a fit of inspiration. There's a hungry, back-to-basics urgency that recalls his earliest, rawest work. A loud, scrappy, exhilarating reminder of why he's one of rock's last great wild cards.