With a low-fi high-five feel, The Black Keys appear to gentrify the rock’n’roll rodeo with an album of carefully poised tunes adhering to the rock-pop formula they spent their golden years trying to avoid.
As if someone’s made a noise complaint and the police have given them their final warning, The Black Keys fail to really erupt at any point.
There’s a strut and a swagger for sure, but a lack of the flair that saw them shine in their younger days. More roll than rock, there’s a party-atmosphere across this, as if it’s a final swansong for a once iconic act.
Words: Johnny Rogerson
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