White’s first album since The White Stripes’ induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame is the guitarist of a generation carrying the torch for a bygone era

Following the superb No Name, White continues his fan service with stripped back songs and nasty, anarchic riffs – though it all ends up feeling a little samey

White’s first album since The White Stripes’ induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame is the guitarist of a generation carrying the torch for a bygone era

Jack White still sings like a tomcat, and his caterwauling guitar keeps up his career-long argument for songs that chuck in every kitchen sink to hand