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| | The New Yorker: The Critics: Musical Events (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-16) |
 | | White is a classicist as talented as Page, but Meg White isn’t his equal as a musician, and she doesn’t contribute songs. |
 | | White may be a walking American songbook, able to mimic Ralph Stanley and Burt Bacharach, but he comes up short as a producer, and the album sounds muddy and obscured, as if recorded in a room covered with wet felt. |
 | | Meg White may be his muse, best friend, or soul mate, and she exudes a steady and positive energy onstage, but she is a lousy drummer and only a passable singer. |
| www.newyorker.com /critics/music/articles/050613crmu_music (1298 words) |
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