Review: The Dead Weather & Screaming Females

Photo Credit: Jimmy's Cell Phone

Fans of Jack White are well aware that it's probably a good idea to follow him into whatever endeavor he chooses. His latest project, The Dead Weather, is no exception.

Their debut album, Horehound, was released Tuesday, a day in which they also played night two of a sold out stint at the 930 Club. Fans of one of the greatest guitarist of our time ascended upon Northwest D.C., to see him play drums.

Yes, Jack White is the drummer of The Dead Weather. But fear not, Dean Fertita can rip it, Jack Lawrence is a solid bassist, and man oh man... Alison Mosshart.

While Jack White was the object of the audience's affection, Alison Mosshart surely turned heads. She twisted and wailed her way throught the set, seeming as if locking eyes might be the death of any spectator. Jaws dropped and hearts were broken. She was a fantastic entertainer, and had quite the set of pipes.

The supergroup headlined an incredible evening, sounding louder and crisper than any other performance I've witnessed at the 930 Club. The foursome grinded out an hour's worth of some of Jack White's most reckless bluesy garage rock jams. The man of the hour even gave up his drums for a chance at guitar, thus filling the hopes of the masses.

New Jersey's Screaming Females opened, and I for one couldn't think of a better trio for the job. Only consisting of one female, the name still suits them, as she has the power of about 20 females. Marissa Paternoster shreds the guitar harder than Kyle Boller used to hit the ground. She bent the guitar in ways I never thought possible, and produced a fury of sound that made every solo an adventure to look forward to. She can sing to, all coming complete in a package that couldn't have been any taller than five feet.