Sweet Heart Sweet Light
Often the greatest work comes out of the toughest circumstances. That broken relationship, lost job, or life-and-death situation repeatedly fuels art more than anything else because of the insight and stories gained from such traumatizing experiences. Much is the case for Jason Pierce, front man of British psych-rock band Spiritualized, who underwent treatment for a degenerative liver disease since his last album, 2008’s brilliant Songs in A&E. The result of such a life-and-death experience is Sweet Heart Sweet Light, a true triumph of an album that trades off between the unbearable darkness and light at the end of the tunnel in the most frightening of circumstances.
It has now been a full week since I walked onto the Polo Fields of Indio, where Mitchell, Sean, and I arrived at our tent at 4 AM, demanding that the rest of the crew awaken to join us in celebrating our arrival and the weekend of fun, music, and debauchery ahead of us with some cold brews. Typically after substantially memorable weekends like last, I usually like to wallow the following week, doing and listening to things that remind me of the fun vacation recently passed, in an attempt to relive the moments over and over again. Last weekend was no exception, and I have found myself gravitating to the most memorable music from Coachella weekend, whether it was a part of the music festival or not. So here is a short list of things I’ve bee listening to since Coachella weekend, in attempts to remind me of Coachella weekend.
As a head of three major rock outfits (The White Stripes, The Raconteurs, The Dead Weather) and a long-time favorite all three of LxL’s constituents, Jack White (and his debut solo album Blunderbuss) is a natural to get our three-way review royale treatment. As arguably the most hyped release of 2012, the amount of discussion and hype surrounding an album such as this often gets so bloated that the album itself turns out to be a bit of a disappointment, and I will say that upon first listen I thought that may have been the case. But Blunderbuss is not the sort of album that hits you over the head the first time you hear it (even if “Sixteen Saltines” does), but slowly crawls its way into your head and heart.