This new year I didn’t do a best of or a top ten, you may have noticed. I tried to, but I couldn’t come up with a full ten albums I really loved. There were a lot of hit or miss things I was partially fond of, but not very many solid efforts I could hold up as future classics. If I had done the list, though, one thing’s for sure; Jack White’s Blunderbuss would have come out on top. I might be biased. I always give top score to everything Jack White does. But even if last year had been more fruitful and there’d been more contenders, I’d still vote for Blunderbuss as the best. It’s one of the few records I got all excited about initially, and it lived up to expectations, finding a regular place on my playlist. I don’t know what I expected a Jack White solo album to sound like, but this sounds exactly right. It’s everything Jack; rootsy, eccentric, soulful, hard-rocking. On a mighty great album, this is definitely my favorite song. Because I absolutely must love anything with the word ‘noivous’ in it. Only Jack could be in the middle of a rip-roaring blues song and suddenly go all Three Stooges on us. Also, he says he’s Bo Diddley. If you say so, Jack.