If you like your supergroups raw, loud, dark, and just a little bit evil, then you've been looking for The Dead Weather for a long time. Take one part White Stripes, One part The Kills, and two parts Queens of the Stone Age, add in a dark twisted root of American blues, just a touch of dirty swamp water, and an ungrounded electric current, and you get the Dead Weather--Jack White's latest side project to outshine his day-job as White Stripes frontman.
As great as White is and as much as his signature marriage of simplicity with raw rock power is all over the Dead Weather's sound, it's front-woman Alison Mosshart who really shines here. She's always had a haunting soulful yet edgy voice in her work with The Kills, but the muscle she lends to songs like "Hang You from the Heavens" and "Treat Me Like Your Mother" just make your ears sweat. Her vocals swagger all over Horehound, the band's first album, clutching their crotch, spitting raw sex in your face, and setting her apart as the ballsiest rock-god I've heard since Plant's teenage years.
You can hear the whole album for yourself if you don't believe me. Better yet, if you're quick, you can hear them live at the 9:30 club.
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