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131. Electric Six ft. Jack White – Danger! High Voltage!

Who knows what the Jack White count is at right now? Don’t worry, it’ll continue to climb. Here’s the intruiging part of this one, though – he’s the least off kilter part of the whole song - he actually makes it, gasp, a little more standard.

Have you watched this yet? It’s disturbing. We’re not talking about music videos here, this ain't VH1, but goddamn. Find me something creepier than an old dominatrix with glowing breasts singing in Jack’s voice. Then I'll get the Feds on you, because what you were looking through was probably highly illegal. Also, has any band’s singer ever looked more like he sounds than Dick Valentine (not his real name, but fits his ‘stache perfectly.)

So this is where music is allowed to be weird, funny, and oddly yet compellingly sexual. This is total kitsch, but unlike The Darkness a couple entries ago, these guys do it with a Talking Heads meets Saturday Night Fever panache. Which sounds like absolute shit, but with tongue in cheek and the saxophones this hot, how could you not grin and groove along?

Also, it’s in question whether or not Jack White actually sings on this song. But listen to it, that’s obviously him. And recently, Valentine openly talked about how much Jack got paid for the vocals in an interview, so that’s good enough for me. That rumor launched the band to underground stardom, but I really think it’s the quality of this song that got people listening. When is the last time you heard a guitar slink into a song like that? It tiptoes on the line between total goofball and 70’s disco-punk, and I hesitate to call it the sexiest guitar line of this decade. But it’s totally in the running. And when Valentine comes in with the gravelly, sex-crazed vocal intonations on “It’s high VOLTAGE,” you hear in his voice that even if we’re not buying it 100%, he’s getting down, and we should too. This is hot fire on the dancefloor, but it's not reggaton or Sean Paul or whatever other shitty music would classify itself that way. It's weird, hot, and also weird, and features the best(only?) sax solo in underground music this decade. Move over Clarence Clemons. Here comes Electric Six to rock your world. Awkwardly.