The Black Keys’ Turn Blue: A Review

Some of the great albums in music history have been borne out of divorce.  From Bruce Springsteen’s Tunnel of Love to Willie Nelson’s Red Headed Stranger to Bob Dylan’s Blood on the Tracks, it seems the devastation of the end of a marriage brings out the best in songwriters.  The latest confirmation of this sad psycho-aesthetic fact is the Black Keys’ most recent effort, Turn Blue.  Release of the album was apparently delayed by singer-guitarist Dan Auerbach’s divorce proceedings, which were particularly dark and full of disturbing allegations.

Black_Keys_Turn_Blue_album_coverThe songs on Turn Blue reflect what must have been some rough years for Auerbach, beginning with the haunting and patient opener “Weight of Love,” featuring some extended, anguished guitar solos that reinforce Auerbach’s grim declarations:  “Used to think, darlin’, you never did nothing.  But you were always up to something.  Always had a run in, yeah.  I got to think those days are coming to get ya.  Now no body want to protect ya.  They only want to forget ya.”

A few songs later, Auerbach’s grudge has turned to dismissive contempt:  “You wanted to love but you didn’t know how. That’s okay, it’s up to you now.  Its got so bad to where I wouldn’t allow, but no more.  It’s up to you now. (I’ll) let you go, so you can grow old.”  (“It’s up to You Now”).  Elsewhere, things get even more gloomy when he declares that even death would be preferable to his current situation: “Bullet in the brain I prefer than to remain the same” (“Bullet in the Brain”).  And in the title track, there are more ominous lines:  “I really don’t think you know there could be hell below, below.”

Vengeance, contempt, condemnation, suicidal thoughts.  Yep, that’s the psychological landscape of the death of a marriage, as anyone who has been through divorce will testify.

But what is interesting about this record is that it isn’t a dark or brooding album from a musical standpoint.  Much like their 2010 album Brothers, there is an early 70s era Motown vibe to many of the songs (especially “In Time,” “Waiting on Words” and “10 Lovers”).  Also, several tracks are upbeat, and the album is full of melodic hooks.  These are hardly qualities of a depressing album.  This probably explains why most reviewers of the album haven’t properly attended to the heaviness of the lyrics.

Auerbach and drummer Patrick Carney set out to make an album unlike their previous release, El Camino, which was loaded with radio-ready track.  This one, they resolved, would be devoid of pop songs.  In spite of themselves, the album does contain some catchy pop-rock tunes, including “Fever,” with its addictive keyboard line, as well as the insta-classic closer “Gotta Get Away.”  Even more so than the rest of the album the music of “Gotta Get Away” defies its lyrics.  The chord progression and triumphant guitar solo feel like liberation and triumph.  But what Auerbach tells us is that he’s just glad to have escaped, even if there is no hope of finding love again:  “I went from San Berdoo to Kalamazoo just to get away from you.  I searched far and wide, hoping I was wrong, but maybe all the good women are gone.

And so the album ends, perhaps appropriately, on a pessimistic note.  Maybe Auerbach will find love again, as his newly remarried bandmate Patrick Carney apparently has.  Fortunately, all the good women are not gone.  So although he’s turned blue for now, he doesn’t need to stay that way.

The Black Keys’ Brothers: A Review

My latest musical obsession is the Black Keys.  Consisting of just two remarkably talented guys, Patrick Carney and Dan Auerbach, they have pumped out six albums over the last eight years which have earned them increasing critical acclaim.  Their style is usually categorized as blues rock, but I would call it classic rock with an R&B soul.  Actually, Carney’s drumming often creates a groove that has a distinct hip hop feel, such as on “Tighten Up,” the first single from their latest album, Brothers.  The album is an addictive collection of tunes that showcase Auerbach’s soulful guitar hooks, reminiscent of some of Jimmy Page’s best work with Led Zeppelin.  Though Auerbach’s renown as guitarist is well-deserved, it unfortunately overshadows his brilliance as a singer.  I find it difficult to think of another male vocalist today who has a voice with so much emotional color and depth.  So the guy is a rare double-threat, perhaps the best since Jimi Hendrix.

The lyrical themes on Brothers are consistent with the band’s blues core.  The songs are mainly lovesick meditations and like the best of the blues they tend to transcend the sorrows of relationships and touch on deeper issues regarding the human condition.  But the transitions are always seamless and authentic.  On the one hand (demonstrating he’s as natural a blues writer as he is a blues guitarist and singer), Auerbach effortlessly tosses off lines like these:

“There’s nothing worse in this world than payback from a jealous girl.  The laws of man, they don’t apply when blood gets in a woman’s eye.” (“Ten Cent Pistol”)

Or these lines from “The Go Getter”:

“Palm trees, the flat broke disease and L.A. has got me on my knees.  I am the bluest of blues.  Every day a different way to lose.”

But then the bigger spiritual struggle emerges in several songs on Brothers, perhaps prompted by all of the sorrow and loneliness.  This comes through powerfully on “Sinister Kid”:

“A sinister kid is a kid who runs to meet his maker, a drop dead sprint from the day he’s born straight into his maker’s arms.  And that’s me, the boy with the broken halo.  That’s me…  The devil won’t let me be.”

And on the album’s pleading closer, “These Days”:

“Watch what you say.  The devil is listening.  He’s got ears that you wouldn’t believe.  And brother once you go to him, it’s your soul you can never, never retrieve.”

Indeed.  On Brothers the blues themes of the Black Keys seem to be traveling a similar path as that traveled by Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash, among others.  The pain brings world-weariness, to be sure, but not bitterness.  Rather, a certain humility that is willing to consider how all of our striving on earth amounts to much more than merely earthly striving.  It is also a humility that is willing to entertain heavenly hope, as is evident on “Unknown Brother,” a poignant message to Auerbach’s brother-in-law who died young:

“For you, unknown brother, my baby’s mother is pained.  ‘Cause your soul is in heaven, but your memory remains.  Unknown, unknown brother, I’ll meet you some day.  We’ll walk through fields where children play.”

Amen.