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Blanche, ‘Little Amber Bottles’ (Original Signal)

Bret Gladstone // January 18, 2008

Blanche is a genetically purebred Detroit band: vinyl-happy Dumpster divers with a penchant for theatricality, an innate sense of decay, and a keen feel for country music’s gothic underbelly. On their second album — a haunted collection of plucked banjo and loping murder ballads — the prominent ghoul is Johnny Cash, from whom Dan John Miller cops his barrel-chested moan and a knack for making cruel songs seem funny. At his best, Miller follows ex-bandmate Jack White’s example by taking well-studied traditions and disrupting them. Other times, those traditions, however vividly evoked, come off feeling — well, a little blanched.

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