The
White Stripes
Elephant (2003)
review
by: Dustin
Pangonis
Date:
5/5/03
Countless
pop bands have found themselves in the difficult position
of following up their first successful album and faltered.
The public expects more of the same from the first album,
yet wants something different, too. Many bands stray too
far from the sound that won them fans and kill off their
fanbase, or worse yet, put out a pale imitation of their
popular album.
After the success of their third album White Blood
Cells, the detroit blues-rock duo the White Stripes
find themselves in a simliar position. At the forefront
of the retro rock movement with groups like the Strokes
and the Hives, they have the full attention of critics
and many mainstream rock fans. But unlike most groups,
the Stripes have managed to strike that balance between
their trademark sound and new ideas.
Many of Elephant's pleasures come from the new
elements added to the band's sound. For the first time
on a Stripes record, there is bass [or a guitar sounding
exactly like a bass], most notably on the lead single
"Seven Nation Army". In addition to that, Jack
White [vocals/guitar] has some honest to God solos this
time around, filling seven minutes on the epic blues rocker
"Ball and Biscuit".
But Jack isn't the only one to change. Meg [drums] gets
to try her hand at singing an entire song for the first
time on "In The Cold, Cold, Night". Meg also
sings a little more, accompanied by Jack and guest vocalist
Holly Golightly on the album's closer "Well It's
True That We Love One Another".
However, the Stripes haven't changed every aspect of their
asthetic. From the cover's red, white, and black color
scheme down to the lovelorn lyrics, the album expands
and improves upon the band's sound without taking it into
a radical new direction. The changes present are enough
to distinguish the album and make it worthwhile even to
non-fans, and in fact it's when the band retreads old
territory that the album's weaker moments occur.
While "Fell In Love With A Girl" was a near-perfect
two minutes of energy, Elephant's short fiery rockers
account for the album's most uninteresting moments. Songs
like "Black Math" and "Hypnotize",
while decent tunes, just can't stand up next to the rest
of the album songs. Standout songs like the Burt Bacharach
cover "I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself"
and the ambitious "There's No Home For You Here"
and "The Air Near My Fingers" show the band
has far much to offer than two and a half minute blasts
of distortion.
With Elephant, the White Stripes have done what
many bands have tried to do and failed at: follow-up their
breakthrough album with just the right amount of innovation
on their trademark sound. Of course, looking at the White
Stripes first albums, this is nothing new: they've steadily
gone from raw blues-punk on their debut to one of the
forerunners of the garage rock scene. Elephant
finds them at the top of their game and delivering their
strongest batch of songs yet, and hints that, at this
rate, their next album just might be a classic.
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