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MUSIC<br />

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©Photo by Danny Clinch<br />

efore the May 13, 2014 release of<br />

Turn Blue, the Black Keys’ eighth<br />

studio album, the Ohio-borne duo<br />

of Dan Auerbach and Patrick Carney<br />

released a tour itinerary. It was<br />

one befitting of one of the biggest<br />

rock bands in the country—a band<br />

that wins Grammy Awards and<br />

appears on gossip sites such as<br />

TMZ mocking Justin Bieber—and<br />

included stops at most of our nation’s<br />

famous basketball arenas.<br />

Turn Blue, however, is not an<br />

album built for arenas.<br />

It’s still the Black Keys, in that<br />

this is still a Midwestern band<br />

steeped in meaty heartland blues.<br />

Only this is the Black Keys turned<br />

down to…heartbroken. “Dance<br />

all night because people they<br />

don’t want to be lonely,” a clearly<br />

wounded-sounding Auerbach<br />

sings on album opener “Weight<br />

of Love.” But where the band is<br />

heading certainly isn’t straight<br />

to the dancefloor. The nearly<br />

seven-minute cut could well be<br />

the soundtrack to a film whose<br />

antihero is the boy sitting alone<br />

on the top bleacher in the gymnasium.<br />

Guitar solos weep, and then<br />

fade, and starlight atmospheres<br />

are mellow, as if they’re reflecting<br />

off of a disco-ball moving in slow<br />

motion.<br />

This—and the album itself—is<br />

more Pink Floyd than the sweaty<br />

bar band obsessed with the Mississippi<br />

blues that the Black Keys<br />

once were. It’s somber, quite pretty,<br />

and will no doubt confuse some<br />

listeners that preferred the ease<br />

with which the band punched the<br />

accelerator and found a hook on<br />

its prior two efforts. The song<br />

isn’t an outlier, it’s the Turn Blue<br />

pacesetter, and only the eleventh<br />

and final track truly deviates<br />

from the tone.<br />

Of course, the Black Keys<br />

never exactly were a band operating<br />

with blinders on. If it’s<br />

big choruses and swoony ballads<br />

you’re after, Kings of Leon<br />

are committed to working,<br />

working, working, and working<br />

that formula to death. While<br />

the Black Keys are still billed<br />

as a duo, producer/chameleon<br />

Danger Mouse is now more or<br />

less a member of the group.<br />

He pulls triple duty as co-writer,<br />

co-producer, and player on<br />

nearly each one of these cuts,<br />

and the middle-of-the-night<br />

comedown he works in his<br />

project the Broken Bells seeps<br />

its way into Turn Blue.<br />

Only the Black Keys take a<br />

more organic, soulful approach.<br />

One would be hard-pressed to<br />

find any sort of review or preview<br />

of Turn Blue that doesn’t<br />

reference Smokey Robinson.<br />

Auerbach’s voice has never<br />

been so pliable. Guitars bend,<br />

effects get trippy, and there’s<br />

a hint of gospel on “Waiting on<br />

Words.” “In Time” mixes in even<br />

more odd turns. A dirty, loungey<br />

horn section punctuates<br />

the beat, handclaps are more<br />

forceful than communal, and<br />

demented hits on the keyboard<br />

seem to arrive without warning.<br />

Auerbach, it seems, learned<br />

much from his time working<br />

with Dr. John.<br />

While the Black Keys<br />

proved on 2011’s smash El<br />

Camino that they weren’t going<br />

to stick to one genre, the<br />

album moved through garage<br />

and glammy twists with exuberance.<br />

On Turn Blue, it’s attention<br />

to detail that’s paramount.<br />

Characters mull over dead but<br />

not-forgotten relationships, as<br />

the album is a document of defeated<br />

emotional fallout rather<br />

than drama. (For those interested<br />

in such tidbits, the effort<br />

is said to have sprung from the<br />

dissolution of Auerbach’s marriage.)<br />

It’s grim, even when the<br />

band flashes some rock grit.<br />

“It’s Up to You Now” is full of<br />

sludgy explosions reminiscent<br />

of early 70s metal, the song<br />

constantly exploding on itself.<br />

The keyboard is sprightly on<br />

“10 Lovers,” but the guitars are<br />

turned down, clearly not ready<br />

to match the mood.<br />

Ultimately, the songs that<br />

pack that most life feel less<br />

inspired. The organ brims<br />

throughout “Fever,” but in the<br />

larger context of Turn Blue,<br />

the brightness is false. Compounding<br />

matters, the Black<br />

Keys were never poets, and the<br />

open space between the beats<br />

doesn’t do the band any favors.<br />

“Gotta Get Away” is cute,<br />

but tacked on at the end, it’s<br />

a throwaway, a hit-the-road<br />

breakup anthem that largely<br />

feels like a roll with an old<br />

fling—in this case, straight-up<br />

blues-rock.<br />

The Black Keys<br />

Turn Blue<br />

Nonesuch, LP or CD<br />

The surprise is that the Black<br />

Keys are pretty adept at wallowing,<br />

which pays off for those in<br />

the mood for a breakup record.<br />

The title track is a mini-orchestra<br />

in its own right, a time-shifting<br />

journey of wormy synths, redemptive<br />

keyboards, call-andresponse<br />

backing choir, and circular<br />

guitar melody that’s caught<br />

in a descendant loop. “Bullet in<br />

the Brain” finds some spring in a<br />

ripped-from-the-gutters bass line,<br />

and “Year in Review” pairs rattlesnake<br />

rhythms with Italian choral<br />

samples fit for a eulogy.<br />

“Why you always wanna love<br />

the ones who hurt you” Auerbach<br />

asks at the song’s start,<br />

and while the guitars find a bit of<br />

room to soar, the effect is more<br />

Bond soundtrack than arena<br />

rocker. As for the question Auerbach<br />

asks, Turn Blue doesn’t really<br />

present any answers but lets<br />

the Black Keys thrive as sonic<br />

explorers rather than deep thinkers.<br />

—Todd Martens<br />

62 TONE AUDIO NO.64<br />

July 2014 63

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