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White Stripes (ICKY THUMP)

So what is it about Jack White? Right, he's very talented. Major guitarist, albeit overrated by those seeking a young titan to prove the guitar retains its glamour. Voice avid and emotional enough, words catchy sometimes and – crucially – tunes catchy often. Plus the color-coded packaging and knack for self-mythification. Still, what do the White Stripes have to say? What do they stand for? Why do simple pop fans care about minimal Jack and his mythical sister, Meg?

Part of the answer is that not so many simple pop fans do. The White Stripes are justly renowned for cracking a hit parade of mad compression and synthesized everything with naught but a guitar, a drum kit and some analog tape. But they've yet to break it wide open. The title track of their Warner Bros. debut, Icky Thump, is their first single to go Top Forty on Billboard's Hot 100 - Top Twenty-Six, to be precise. Lyrically, the song is a change. Elephant's "Seven Nation Army" and Get Behind Me Satan's "Blue Orchid" defy fame and a temptress with typical pop imprecision. "Icky Thump" has a topic: immigration! The song isn't easy to parse, but for once that's a plus – it's genuinely complex, condensing hard moral conundrums into a narrative whose comic side is captured by the south-of-the-border video and whose intrusive guitar leaves conflict hanging rather than providing comfortable resolution.

The other part of the answer, sad to say, is that this cultural breakthrough is almost certainly an accident. That's because Jack White is less a songwriter than a sonic architect. Compared even with Lil Jon or Avril Lavigne, what his hits have in common isn't anything he stands for. It's instantly enticing musical constructions. On these the new album comes up slightly short. One telltale sign is a standout cover: "Conquest," an anti-sexist jump blues popularized by Patti Page in the Fifties and reconceived here as flamenco mariachi, with Jack laying on the vibrato and melisma and then flashing his steel-sharp guitar at fearless Mexican trumpeter Regulo Aldama, who duels him to a dead heat.

Two other top tracks show off Jack's songwriting per se: a broadly applicable philosophical closer called "Effect and Cause," and a cute Jack-and-Meg dialogue that recalls the band's earliest blues, "Rag and Bone," where the pair wander "Rich house/Doghouse/Outhouse/Old folks' house/House for unwed mothers. . . . Looking for Technics turntables to gramophones." Proudly, they build their music – and "make some money," yeah! - from the "Christmas trees" and "toilet seats" others discard. That's always been Jack's MO, and album to album - one every two years since White Blood Cells in 2001 - he's hauled new detritus into his theoretical garage. This time it's bagpipes, their wild-man-of-the-north mysticism balancing off the hit's south-of-the-border macho. But you can be sure we'll never find out how "Prickly Thorn, but Sweetly Worn"/ "St. Andrew (This Battle Is in the Air)" will fare on the Hot 100. The innocence lost of "Little Cream Soda," an old plaint for Jack by now, stands a better chance - as does "Bone Broke," about Jack's supposed money woes, and, right after "Icky Thump," the riff monster "You Don't Know What Love Is (You Just Do As You're Told)."

The ostensible content of "You Don't Know What Love Is" is also anti-sexist - get-up-stand-up counsel to a woman not his wife. But in essence it's a monster riff - bigger and slower than, for instance, "Blue Orchid." And that's the scoop on the architecture here. Jack hauled more than bagpipes to his garage to make Icky Thump, which is easily his loudest album - maybe he found a beat-up Marshall stack somewhere or a tube amp forgotten by history. Although the new constructions don't entice as consistently as they should, their noise stays with you. And what that noise stands for is itself. Once the White Stripes and their fashion-plate brethren the Strokes were hailed for reviving punk & roll basics. But they were cold bastards, emotional vocals and all - formalists through and through. Like his sometime heroes Led Zeppelin, Jack White builds monuments. They're suitable for awestruck visits. But they're no place to settle down.


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The Traveling Wilburys

Unsurprisingly, the presence of these five legends ensures some excellent music. Two features really stand out when one listens to the record. Firstly, the songs are incredibly catchy and even when you listen to them the first time you get the nagging feeling that you've heard them all somewhere before (which, indeed, would be true for some of them). Secondly, the five of them do a good job of sharing the singing. For example, on the opening track 'Handle With Care', while Harrison has the lead vocals, Orbison, Petty and Dylan are all given significant cameos. This is a pattern that repeats itself on the other songs and ensures that the album sounds like a bunch of friends jamming together- which, for all intents and purposes, is what it is.
However, despite these plaudits it is also necessary to mention some negatives. While the impulsive nature of this creation is what makes it so captivating, it also ensures that a couple of the songs are not up to standard. 'Rattled' and 'Congratulations' sound too predictable and formulaic. It feels like someone has just come up with a few chords that have then been lazily expanded into an entire song.
These are definitely the exceptions, though. Three of the songs from the album- 'Handle With Care', 'Last Night' and 'End of the Line' were big hits and will be familiar to many people. The other material is of a similar style- good songs and fun songs, but not to be taken too seriously.
Although this is far from being the perfect album, Traveling Wilburys, Volume 1 is notable in that the whole feels considerably greater than the sum of its parts. It is necessary to overlook the weaknesses inherent in such an uncontrived creation, because it is this very spontaneousness that makes it so original and enjoyable. It is only very infrequently that five such famous artists can put aside their egos and come together in such obvious harmony to record a collection of songs. This album should be appreciated both for its quality and its rarity

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Enrique (Insomniac)

Poor old Enrique. He’s been losing sleep over this album. Insomniac is reputedly the result of six hard months studio graft, with at least 20 other tracks failing to measure up to the Latino love god’s exacting standards. Or maybe it just takes that long to make an album where nearly every track has a different producer. Either way this is an album that comes exquisitely polished but perhaps stretching itself too far.
Iglesias’ USP (apart from springing from the loins of an even more legendary Spanish singing sex symbol) is, of course, his voice. Discarding the flashier trappings of his ilk, he’s become known for the jeans, t-shirt and beanie look that allowed his fans to concentrate more fully on the unique ‘on-the-edge-of-tears’ tremble that adds such emotional depth to his craft. On more traditional fare like “Little Girl” and “Somebody’s Me” only a fossil could remain unmoved. Likewise on his other safe ground, the world pop of tracks like “Miss You”, he rarely falters, even if you get the feeling that it would always sound better in his native language. “Do You Know? (The Ping Pong Song)” sounds far better in its Spanish version as “Dimelo”.
But the plethora of ‘name’ producers show us that Enrique is longing to muscle in on the ever-burgeoning R & B market that’s supporting the likes of Timberlake. On “Push”, (featuring the obligatory dirty rap from Lil’ Wayne) he becomes unstuck. It’s ‘adult’ in a way that doesn’t play to his strengths. The bump ‘n’ grind seems mechanical and oddly unmoving. Likewise “On Top Of You” which, again, fails to coinvince in its sleaziness.
To be honest he’s no need to make this move towards clubland. He remains the king of latin-tinged heart-tugging and at least half of this album keeps him firmly on top. Just not in an R Kelly kinda way…

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Follow Your Dream!

Today I read The Alchemist . It is awesome book must read for all.it just made me think that treasure i ahve been looking for i had that once in my life. just did not recognize it.I guess i should appreciate smalled things in life which we normally don't.We keep running after our goals hoping to find happiness in it but some times hapiness is no near to us just cant recognize them!