So Jack White gets divorced, starts working with Hype Williams, and is kinda sorta rapping on “Freedom at 21?” The only possible solution is for him to invite Nas to Nashville and make an album fueled by beer, bud, and bitter regrets. Or a sequel to Belly. Either way, I’m good. So is this.
See also: Jonah Bromwich’s review of Jack White’s Blunderbuss.
