The Raconteurs - Hands

Jack White must be laughing all the way to the bank. Not content with selling his soul to Coca-Cola, this White Stripe has joined the repugnant world of the indie super-group. And for what – a wad of cash to compliment an already inflated ego? Well, judging by the standard set on The Raconteurs' new single Hands it would seem so. Disposable and decrepit, this self-gratifying blues dirge woefully veers into a marketing department's wet dream – and it knows it. People, the Raconteurs want your money, not your love. And for that, Jack White, your bank manager salutes you. [Billy Hamilton]