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Man,
I saw the Black Keys on the Conan O’Brien show. Time
magazine sez their tops. Those creeps at Rolling Stone and Spin
all pretend that they ‘discovered’ ‘em. That’s a lotta action for two weird
beards from Akron reviving Cream’s heavy blues rumble with broke-ass
amplifiers, who still release their stuff on fiercely independent labels
like Fat Possum and Alive. Ya know what that means? It means
that the Black Keys really don’t give a fuck about nuthin’ except for
rocking. And you gotta love that, man. “The Moan” is their
latest single, a muddy, fuzzed-out groove that makes even yr eyeballs feel
greasy. I think the 7” versh o’ this is on Fat Possum, but this
here’s the bitchin’, all-black digipak release, and I dunno if the other one
has their Creedence Dirtywater hellblooze take on “No Fun”,
but this one sure does, and baby, it rocks ya in all the right places. More
hound-dog howl awaits on the alt version of “Heavy Soul” and “Have
Love Will Travel”, and it all makes ya feel about 150 years old. But ya
know, a sprightly 150.
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