Whirlwind Heat - I Fucked Up Types Of Wood

by Adam Anonymous

Jack White's favourite oddballs get odder

"Instead of startling re-imagination of a half-decent album, it’s more as if WH fell into a parallel dimension where all they did was play Cowboys & Indians, then sit around a teepee campfire strumming out quirky nuggets about donating to sperm banks and friends they don’t like anymore."

Whirlwind Heat and Whirlwind Heat alone will be able to shed light on exactly the motivation behind ‘I Fucked Up Types Of Wood’, the logically-titled retake on last year’s ‘Types Of Wood’ album. We don’t have a clue. Honestly. The point is entirely beyond us.

That’s not to say there’s no fun to be had immersed in acoustic guitar and kazoo renditions from the band Jack White once hailed as the closest thing to this generation’s Devo. It’s just that instead of startling re-imagination of a half-decent album, it’s more as if WH fell into a parallel dimension where all they did was play Cowboys & Indians, then sit around a teepee campfire strumming out quirky nuggets about donating to sperm banks and friends they don’t like anymore. It doesn’t really add or detract anything, although does bring to mind the possibilities had Johnny Cash lived long enough to go insane and continue his American Recordings series as produced by ‘Weird Al’ Yankovic.

Still, commendations for ensuring every track begins with the words ‘I Fucked Up…’ And nice to see the filth-exuding trashy girl seductively licking a baseball bat on the original album’s cover is now instead leaning against said sports equipment-slash-weapon with all the head-touching sweetness of a wedding photo. Ya nutbags.

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