“I heard you threw your man around | Pick him up just to let him down
It’s a shame baby but i always knew | Just the way you’re gonna do oh”
Back from a road trip to the Great White North with a cloudy mind (Canadian drinking habits to blame) and a hefty plate of work to complete by the end of the week. Props to U.S. Customs for letting me cross their heavily-guarded border sans passport (again, Canadian drinking)… I’m glad I decided not to hide under the ski equipment in the boot of the truck.
“Psychotic Girl” comes from the den of Cyrus Weinheimer in Montreal. I started listening to The Black Keys several months back — big fan of the lo-fi jams on Thickfreakness. Attack & Release, including the featured track, is five years more refined: crisper recording quality, while maintaining that dusty Southern twang. It’s reassuring to know that something as close to “the roots” as The Black Keys can garner such mainstream attention. I’m reminded of this Memphis juke joint I ventured into while touring in July. In an age of auto-tune and drum machines, this is a musical-purist’s comfort zone. You’re in a grocery store, and to your left is the genetically-modified tomato, to your right is the organic alternative… listening to The Black Keys is akin to leaving the grocery store, hunting down the nearest farm, picking the tomato for yourself and taking an unwashed bite of that plumply red fruit.
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