So I know this is over 2 weeks late/ long past overdue, but i have a) needed time to mentally prepare for this post and b) not had the time to do so; however, i will do my best to express in words how absolutely speechless and shellshocked i was left after seeing Alison Mosshart and Jack White do what they do best onstage at the Palladium. Needless to say, I have absolutely no regrets waiting 7 hours to be in the front nor did fighting a girl in the crowd dampen my spirits. If you haven't gotten the chance to experience the raw power and absolutely captivating stage presence that this supergroup brings to every show, I'm sorry to say but your life has a somewhat significant hole. Jack stepping off their animalhead-adorned stage pouring champagne down the throats of those in the front; Alison Mosshart's unending sex appeal placing one foot on a speaker and back-bending to the point where her head almost hit the floor; the entrancing guitar riffs combined with the undeniably domineering lyrics of "60 Feet Tall"..... what a fucking intro. It's incredibly hard to explain this group's appeal without seeing them live, but it has become inherently obvious to me that performance is a great deal of what sets The Dead Weather apart from other current groups... not to mention the incredible production effects, the unmatched chemistry between all 4 members of this indescribably talented group, and each member's way of deeply connecting to their audience, paradoxically summoning love and rage in everyone who watches them. Though I was quite profoundly affected by the entire show, I thought "60 Feet Tall", "Will There Be Enough Water?", and "Treat Me Like Your Mother" off their first album Horehound and "Hustle and Cuss", "Blue Blood Blues", and "I Can't Hear You" off their most recent masterpiece, Sea of Cowards, were the best representations of this group's....black magic. My pictures from the show pretty much say it all:
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