White Denim, Welcome to the Rock and Roll Dream...

The search for new music is not without intent. Every hack, fan, die-hard blogger and hipster who scours the multiple sources of access is searching for enlightenment and enigma. It’s not something we do promote some faux-image of rock and roll, nor is it an allusive badge of underground-cool that can be flashed from the depths of a Rough Trade shoulder bag, it’s something we do because we want to feel that fluctuating bubble of excitement rise from the depths of our gut as we traipse over something completely new and brilliant.

It’s a quest fraught with disappointment and broken souls, but in the rare occasion when that negative slump is juxtaposed by the most glistening moments of euphoria, the reward is incomparable. Something clicks, and it’s not always an instant grasp of the gonads, as Josh T. Pearson’s latest entry proved, sometimes the hard work comes once you’ve found the record.

White Denim, however, take a short cut to satisfaction in their newest record, ‘D’. With another extremely gifted guitarist on board to take the band to a quartet, the garage-Texan rockers have shifted the plates of their being. From brawling, sharply-stabbed, unhinged indie-rock, they’ve come from the depths of their practice trailer reeking of booze, smoke and the spirit of The Dead.

‘D’ has marked itself with razor sharp talons, scrawling deeply into the skin of modern rock and roll. It’s an album of levels and stunning, dust-coated perfection. From the ramshackle splatter of ‘It’s Him’, the tooting, country-whistle of ‘Keys’, the impacting chorus of ‘Is And Is And Is’ to the sublime potency of ‘Street Joy’. I want to avoid reviewing the album but I did want to post a couple of videos that display their virtuoso musicianship along with their aptitude for compelling rock ‘n’ roll. Behold, bitches.

Completely mind-blowing stuff.