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This is too weird to even really have an opinion about.
No, no it's not.
It's like your boyfriend just dumped you for Sarah Palin. After he cheated with Ann Coulter, starting watching Fox News and called the cops on you for corn.
So, where are all the champions of the Jack White is God and all He Touches is Fuckin' Diamonds Coated in Platium and Gold?
This is seriously just...bizarre. Completely outta left field. And in my opinion, without listenin' to it (as a future audio engineer I don't want to have cause fer stabbin' myself in the ears) is a travesty.
-When I Hear My Name -Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground -Blue Orchid -Passive Manipulation -Red Rain -Death Letter -My Doorbell -Hotel Yorba -Same Boy You've Always Known -Lovesick -Little Ghost -We're Going to Be Friends -The Hardest Button to Button -Black Math -The Nurse -I Just Don't Know What to Do With Myself
Encore: -Ball and Biscuit -Seven Nation Army -Screwdriver
This is the first message board I've ever been on, the only reason I joined is because I love Bonnaroo and wanted to read and talk about it all year long.
Ehh it's just another comedy single following up on the Colbert song. Don't see the big deal.
I agree with this.
I just knew some of you guys on here would flip because on these board jack white is one of the musical gods, and ICP are... well.. on the other end of the spectrum
Yeah, I'm pretty sure this is satire. I don't see Jack White recording anything else with ICP in the future. Gotta admit the concept is pretty fuckin funny." Mozart was a freak yo". The execution is terrible though, Jack should have gone with Three 6 Mafia. Cuz those guys are like Shakespeare when it comes to this type of material. I mean "slob on my knob like corn on the cob".Blue collar gold.
^^I really, really, really hope so. Because if not, then uggggghhhh. I just died a LOT on the inside. Excuse me while I curl up into a ball and weep unconsolably in the corner for the next seven or eight hours. Does anyone have one of those mind eraser thingies from Men In Black I can borrow for a few?
I can live with him licensing his art to peddle products for big corporations. I can even live with him wasting his talent writing jingles for Coca-Cola. But this? This is just way too much for me. I'm sooo glad that these are the more artistically relevant endeavors he left The White Stripes to pursue.
P.S. By the way, you know that feeling you get whenever one of your favorite musicians does something akin to ripping open your chest and taking a gigantic sh*t all over your heart and soul? From this point onward, it shall forever be known as a Detroit Steamer.