Last night I caught a glimpse of The Raconteurs playing their second show in a row at the horrific Roseland Ballroom. I'm lucky to have to seen the band perform in a more intimate setting in the past (more on that later), so seeing them here was a real shock. I have to say, they did a wonderful job lighting up a room that can dwarf even the most gargantuan bands.
Sadly, I couldn't stay for the whole show, but what I was able to see was very impressive. The band hit the stage with a bravado that defied their inexperience, blazing through songs which, on the record, are frankly underwealming. It's clear to me that Broken Boy Soldiers really is the sound of a band just coming together, finding themselves in an awkward place between Brendan Bensons ironic poppiness and Jack White's blues sensibility and unique songwriting. It's been a long time now since that recording, and the band seems to have fully coalesced. The soungs sounded less like statements and more like blank landscapes on which the band was able to stretch and play to their heart's content. It was inspiring to see a band so free and relaxed.
After seeing The Raconteurs hammer Roseland, I'm eager to see where they go next. I never thought I'd say this, but I'd rather Jack White made another Raconteurs album then go back to The White Stripes.
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