I am officially obsessed with the latest album recorded by The Black Keys - a band I know literally nothing about. And I don't have to know anything to enjoy it to the max, the music on this album speaks for itself - it's fucking amazing.
This record is dust on old Convers sneakers, torn jeans and a worn-out t-shirt. It's a run-down gas station, a dusty pay phone, crooked pavements and a sip of cold and bitter beer. It's a night ride on a godforsaken highway with your windows down and the music turd up. It's a scenery you've seen at the beginning of every cheap slasher movie from the 70s. It's good. And I love it.
Yeah, I'm done. Four stars [don't blame me if you won't like it].
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