White Denim – 'Stiff' review
There’s plenty to potentially hate on White Denim’s seventh album, with its monocultural, retro stylings and straight-white-male dude-rock 40 years out of date at best. But for every anachronistic element of Stiff, there are at least five examples of joyful virtuosity and unrepentent fun that make it an irresistibly loveable record, despite itself.
Make no mistake, Stiff is deeply conservative, throwback blues rock, but criticising White Denim for not being Stormzy or Joanna Newsom seems akin to asking Usain Bolt why he can’t write poetry: like Tarantino’s unapologetic appropriation of old cinema, White Denim’s homage is presented here with enough zest and nonchalance that they can carry out the biggest stylistic heists with seemingly just a smile and a shake of the hips.
Stiff is the sound of being that little bit drunker than you anticipated. It’s proper beer music to play air guitar to. In 2016, the gap in most record collections for this sort of atavistic bravado is slender indeed – but personality, it appears, really does go a long way.