The White Stripes don't merely stand on the shoulders of giants. They are giants themselves. The White Stripes had to come along if rock'n'roll was to survive in the 21st Cnetury. Just like punk rock had to put a stop to the endless torture of studio-bloated excess in the 1970s, the White Stripes came to say no more boy bands, no more white rap/metal, no more pop Lolitas, in fact take the sample, sythesized studio stuff too. Who needs any of that when you've got the blues?
Born in Detroit, that gray and decaying capital of the U.S. Rust Belt, Jack and Meg White have created a candy-colored, gothic -coated world of melody, rhythm and storytelling--delivered by just voice, guitar and drums--and loaded it up with special charms and secret knowledge, all ripe for the listener to unravel.
Unlikely-looking saviors, this self-styled "gentleman" and "sweethert" (who sometimes call themselves brother and sister) have, like their own rock'n'roll heroes and heroines, reinvigorated the blues and blues-rock for a new generation. So it's fitting, as the blues eases past its 100th annniversary, that the story of The White Stripes be told, in all of its beauty and mystery and contradictions. It's a story of love and death, of a man and a woman, red and white, sisters and brothers, home and ruins, of resistance and rock'nroll and all of us versus the powers that be
Special emphasis on the band's relationship to America's bluesmen, Bob Dylan, modern art, mythology, mysticism, Christianity, Beck and the Motor City!
"...Sullivan acknowledges White’s trickster status but doesn’t let her love of “rock ’n’ roll ... mystery” get in the way of whatever interrogation she finds necessary.... infectious storytelling." -Rickey Wright for HARP Magazine