White Swirl

PegasusTenma wrote:I'm going to Apollo and Hackney! Is anyone going to Hackney?

dmdv1 wrote:

PegasusTenma wrote:I'm going to Apollo and Hackney! Is anyone going to Hackney?

yep

aXion wrote:anyways has a ticket to sell for apollo? i lost my hopes to trade the brixton one to apollo one:(

Jack White Rocks Hammersmith, Thom Yorke
Hammersmith Apollo, London, UK - 22/6/12
[excerpts]

Is there currently a more electrifying performer of rock music than Jack White? Channelling driven craziness at the piano at one point tonight, his kinky black bangs flapping wildly, he conjures a dark phantom of the Killer himself.

Indeed, there is more than a little of Jerry Lee Lewis's mania - and machismo - about the man born John Anthony Gillis, somewhat north of the Mason-Dixon but whistling Dixie in his crib. He plays with old-fashioned values, sometimes creditably, sometimes in a way that feels weirdly reactionary, but always on an edge of jeopardy that's been filed down to a predictable dullness by the majority of his contemporaries. Guitar strapped on, he marches convulsively about the stage, interrupting himself and bandmates with squealing guitar solos that always appear to burst out of nowhere, out of the moment.

White is touring his unexpected, spacious, groovy and brilliant first solo album, Blunderbuss, with two backing bands...
. . .
Tonight is more bombastic, more showy than that Forum performance. White seems more confident now that this works, and there are times - as there tend to be with him - when he verges on the overbearing. It's the rough you take with the smooth of his megawatt personality and modern-classic catalogue. ...
. . .
White closes with an imperious demonstration of his cultural heft and reach. The White Stripes' 7 Nation Army - a riff chanted by thousands of fans at almost every one of this month's European Championship football matches - turns the Apollo stalls into a pogoing morass. Then, changing gear with consummate ease, he parts with Lead Belly's tender, tortured Goodnight Irene. We are blessed, and on our way.

Jack White – London

If you needed any proof of Jack White’s smooth transition into the musically single life, two sold out nights at one of London’s most prestigious venue is a good place to start.
. . .
As the night winds on it hits home that Jack White might be as close as music’s fragmented constantly critical state gets to a godfather figure. His confidence and calm amidst the crowd reaction suggests a comfort that’s rare today. He knows he’s good, and the music he makes and performs suggests that absolutely.
. . .
To experience these simple yet beautifully constructed songs receive the range and musicianship they’ve always deserved completes the scenario. The energy never wanes, there’s a shining vibrancy, even on quiet songs... Superhits ‘Steady As She Goes’ and ‘Seven Nation Army’ are given an outing, leaving melted faces in their path, but it’s the tender moments from Jack that really matter.

A cracked vocal version of ‘My Doorbell’ is a highlight and it’s a tender and sweet cover of Leadbelly’s ‘Goodnight, Irene’ that casts a spell on an already captivated room. He brought the noise, now Jack White has delivered the substance.

DeeBee wrote:Some reviews from London.

Mojo magazine:
http://www.mojo4music.com/blog/2012/06/ ... ith_t.html

Jack White Rocks Hammersmith, Thom Yorke
Hammersmith Apollo, London, UK - 22/6/12
[excerpts]

Is there currently a more electrifying performer of rock music than Jack White? Channelling driven craziness at the piano at one point tonight, his kinky black bangs flapping wildly, he conjures a dark phantom of the Killer himself.

Indeed, there is more than a little of Jerry Lee Lewis's mania - and machismo - about the man born John Anthony Gillis, somewhat north of the Mason-Dixon but whistling Dixie in his crib. He plays with old-fashioned values, sometimes creditably, sometimes in a way that feels weirdly reactionary, but always on an edge of jeopardy that's been filed down to a predictable dullness by the majority of his contemporaries. Guitar strapped on, he marches convulsively about the stage, interrupting himself and bandmates with squealing guitar solos that always appear to burst out of nowhere, out of the moment.

White is touring his unexpected, spacious, groovy and brilliant first solo album, Blunderbuss, with two backing bands...
. . .
Tonight is more bombastic, more showy than that Forum performance. White seems more confident now that this works, and there are times - as there tend to be with him - when he verges on the overbearing. It's the rough you take with the smooth of his megawatt personality and modern-classic catalogue. ...
. . .
White closes with an imperious demonstration of his cultural heft and reach. The White Stripes' 7 Nation Army - a riff chanted by thousands of fans at almost every one of this month's European Championship football matches - turns the Apollo stalls into a pogoing morass. Then, changing gear with consummate ease, he parts with Lead Belly's tender, tortured Goodnight Irene. We are blessed, and on our way.

It's a well-written review, worth reading the whole thing.

This one's from Slate:
http://www.state.ie/43038-live-reviews/ ... ite-london

Jack White – London

If you needed any proof of Jack White’s smooth transition into the musically single life, two sold out nights at one of London’s most prestigious venue is a good place to start.
. . .
As the night winds on it hits home that Jack White might be as close as music’s fragmented constantly critical state gets to a godfather figure. His confidence and calm amidst the crowd reaction suggests a comfort that’s rare today. He knows he’s good, and the music he makes and performs suggests that absolutely.
. . .
To experience these simple yet beautifully constructed songs receive the range and musicianship they’ve always deserved completes the scenario. The energy never wanes, there’s a shining vibrancy, even on quiet songs... Superhits ‘Steady As She Goes’ and ‘Seven Nation Army’ are given an outing, leaving melted faces in their path, but it’s the tender moments from Jack that really matter.

A cracked vocal version of ‘My Doorbell’ is a highlight and it’s a tender and sweet cover of Leadbelly’s ‘Goodnight, Irene’ that casts a spell on an already captivated room. He brought the noise, now Jack White has delivered the substance.

Confusing first paragraph; I thought he only did one night at Hammersmith?