I came home and I got out the bitchin’ vinyl promo of Elephant that
I scored from Beggars back in January. I like Elephant fine
enough, I guess; I like that it’s brought a certain kind of analog
fetishism a little higher above the surface, and that one of the discussion
points being bandied about in reviews of it involves how quickly the
album was made. I like that the White Stripes share my belief in the
saving power of immediacy. But to call what they do “pop” only
makes sense to me if you’re using “pop” to encompass
all 4/4 radio-ready chart-fodder, and to call them “pop” as
differentiated from “rock”: well, that’s
the horse of a different color you’ve heard so much about, as
the gatekeeper in Oz would say. |
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