Rubber Factory, by The Black Keys

In preparation for their concert in Denver in a few days, I thought I would throw a quick review up of the Black Keys new album Rubber Factory. The album is great, but rather than waste my breath I thought this description of the Black Keys from One Percent Productions was especially well written:

“Two young men, Dan Auerbach and Patrick Carney, college dropouts the both of them, are working together for an Akron, Ohio property owner. In addition to working together, these two childhood friends play in a band, a duo called The Black Keys. Dan, a year Patrick’s senior, compact and sometimes bearded, quiet and wry, plays fuzzed-out guitar and sings – scratch that – howls sweetly and growls soulfully, like a man whose only friends in the world are his songs of suffering and true romance. Patrick plays his drums like he’s dragging them into a ditch and strangling them, attacking them like they stole his mother’s purse. The combination sparks. Folks come on down to see their shows. They play show after show after show, getting terrifically road-seasoned. Their explosive, compelling live shows become the talk of the town. And Dan and Patrick, to this day, still haven’t held another day job between them.”

If that doesn’t make you wish you were coming to the concert with us, nothing will. I will let you know how it is after Wednesday.