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Release Date: 07/01/2008
It's hard to call
the Raconteurs a genuine supergroup since there's only one true
rock star in the quartet:
the White Stripes' eccentric mastermind
Jack White. Sometime between the recording of
the Stripes' 2003 breakthrough
Elephant and its willfully difficult 2005 follow-up,
Get Behind Me Satan,
White teamed up with fellow Detroit singer/songwriter
Brendan Benson to write some tunes, eventually drafting the rhythm section of Cincinnati garage rockers
the Greenhornes as support. Lasting just ten tracks, their debut,
Broken Boy Soldiers, doesn't feel hasty, but it doesn't exactly feel carefully considered, either. It sounds exactly as what it is: a busman's holiday for two prodigiously gifted
pop songwriters where they get to indulge in temptations that their regular gig doesn't afford. For
Benson, he gets to rock harder than he does on his meticulously crafted solo albums; for
White, he gets to shed the self-imposed restrictions of
the White Stripes and delve into the
psychedelic art
pop he's hinted at on
Elephant and
Satan. Both
Benson and
White are indebted to '60s
guitar pop, particularly the
pop experiments of the mid-'60s -- in its deliberately dark
blues-rock,
Elephant resembled a modern-day variation of
the Stones'
Aftermath, while
Benson has drawn deeply from
Rubber Soul and
Revolver, not to mention
the Kinks or any number of other '60s
pop acts -- so they make good, even natural, collaborators, with
Brendan's classicist tendencies nicely balancing
Jack's gleeful freak-outs. Appropriately,
Broken Boy Soldiers does sound like the work of a band, with traded lead vocals and layers of harmonies, and no deliberate emphasis on one singer over the other. Even if there's a seemingly conscious effort to give
Brendan Benson and
Jack White equal space on this brief album,
White can't help but overshadow his partner: as good as
Benson is,
White's a far more dynamic, innovative, and compelling presence -- there's a reason why he's a star. But he does willingly embrace the teamwork of a band here, dressing up
Benson's songs with weird flourishes, and playing some great guitar along the way. If
the Raconteurs don't rock nearly as hard as
the White Stripes -- there's a reckless freedom in
Jack's careening performances when he's supported only by
Meg White -- they do have some subtle sonic textures that
the Stripes lack, and a tougher backbone than
Benson's albums, which makes them their own distinctive entity. And they're a band that has their own identity -- it may be somewhat stuck in the '60s, but they're not monochromatic, showcasing instead a variety of sounds, ranging from sparely ominous single
"Steady, as She Goes" and the propulsive
pop of
"Hands" to the churning Eastern psychedelia of
"Intimate Secretary" and the grandiose menace of the title track to the slow
blues burn of
"Blue Veins." These songs, and the five other cuts on this album, prove that
the Raconteurs are nothing less than a first-rate
power pop band -- but they're nothing more, either. They may not rewrite the rules of
pop on
Broken Boy Soldiers, but they don't try to: they simply lie back and deliver ten good, colorful
pop songs, so classic in style and concise in form that the album itself is barely over in 30 minutes. It's brief and even a little slight, but it's almost as much fun to listen to as it must have been to make.
~Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All Music Guide
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