The winner in this scenario is Jack White’s wife, who no longer has to worry about the ticking time bomb that is Allison Mosshart. I’m not implying that VV is some sort of Real Housewives-type harridan, just saying that if I was Karen Elson I’d be mildly concerned about the possibility of understanding “Jolene” too well. But the Kills are off and running, presumably causing Kate Moss’ blood pressure to rise. Apparently, the delay between albums was partially due to the supermodel throwing Hotel’s laptop into a pool. Such are the occupational hazards of dating Kate Moss.
The video find them frolicking in the murky Thames and various other opaque London locales. The song is what we’ve come to expect by now — asphyxiating midnight vibes, high wire tension, and Mosshart’s beguiling howl. Points also for the interpolation of the Congo’s “Fisherman.” That’s something I can endorse. Roast fish and cornbread, ain’t nothing wrong with that.