The album features tracks with aspects of all that pleased the fans of his other bands: the roaring guitar of The White Stripes, the folksy vibe of The Raconteurs, and the darkness of the Dead Weather. But the album also possesses an unprecedented complexity including a thrilling array of lyrics that denote disturbingly detailed images (“Cut off the bottoms of my feet, make me walk on salt” from “Freedom at 21”) while eliciting honest emotion and prudent insight into the cruel nature of love and loss (“I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me” from “Love Interruption”) as well as intricate musical arrangements that range from the crisp, screaming guitar that drives “Sixteen Saltines” to the pounding piano of “I Guess I Should Go to Sleep.”
Much like the artist himself, the album is full of creativity and wisdom, and while it is unique from