Dead Weather Concert
I always feel like I’m watching True Blood any time I see the Dead Weather play. It’s creepy, moody, funky tennessee blues smokin’ rock. But Charles Aaron at Spin describes them with far more flavor:
During the band’s encore, “Hang You From the Heavens,” singer Alison Mosshart (also of the Kills) — a wraith-thin tangle of bird’s-nest black hair, cigarette smoke, leather, and lipstick — spat the sacrilegiously nasty come-on: “I wanna grab you by the hair, and drag you to the devil,” as the trio in black behind her sounded like a late-’60s/early-’70s gang of white afro’d skeeves (plus a ringer Latin percussionist) in bell-bottoms, tiny tight t-shirts, mustaches, and unlicensed handguns, working out a four-minute version of rock, blues, funk, and soul, that would later be issued on a limited-edition compilation by DJ Shadow (and called something like “Mr. Chicken Shit”).
I’ve seen this gang three times now, and this is the tightest I’ve heard them play. Jack White was the most animated I’ve seen him in a long time. He’s always out there on the edge, but last night was his “Detroit Badass” character night. Dropping Mother Fuckin’ this and that. It was like seeing a nun drinking Redbull Vodka’s for the first time.
Anyway, I tried in vain to snap off some photos from my phone, and here’s what I was able to salvage:
