He owns the entire stage effortlessly. Older classics like “Dead leaves on the Dirty Ground” are interspersed but it feels cohesive. Amusingly, the mosh pit erupts the most for classic song “Hotel Yorba”, one of the mellower but still energetic songs from the White Stripes canon. The audience are hungry.
It can’t be overstated how good the new songs sound. “What’s the Rumpus” and it’s stomp is so good that it feels like it’s been around forever. Which segues effortlessly into “Ball and Biscuit” and “Icky Thump” with its Mexican sounding bagpipe stomp.
The set ends with some more tracks from the White Stripes debut and then into “Archbishop Harold Holmes”. The genius of this new track is its rap like intonation with Jack in full preacher style:
“God spoke to me. Said, “listen to me. I Anoint you with the power that’ll get ‘em all movin””
True. The devotion from the fans is evident from the scramble that ensues as Jack flicks his pick into the crowd at various points. For the first time in my life I catch one of them directly. It feels like a baptism.
Even “Seven Nation Army” sounds fresh. Wrestled back from the moronic chant uttered endlessly at sporting events and given back to everyone here with fresh life in its veins. It belongs to Jack and it belongs to us. After this show he made a pilgrimage by train to play at the Barrowland in Glasgow. Paying homage to his Scottish roots. Just like him, everyone needs to come on a pilgrimage to see Jack. We’re lucky to have him.