Nashville was the first to hear the announcement of the new band. Word came through on seven inch vinyl and the invite-only crowd of one hundred fifty witnessed the big unveil. It all went down at Jack's new business venture- Third Man Records. The album was recorded in less than three weeks, between jaunts to the gun range and the circus. Horehound has a release date slated for July 14th.
The June 12th announcement of a 'surprise' show in Detroit spread as quickly as a molotov on the East side and hipsters lined up to score tickets. Some were seduced by the opening act, while others spoke incessantly about the current Phish reunion tour. Everything stopped mid-sentence as they dismissed the lights.
Alison slid onstage under the cover of darkness, a panther stalking its prey. She gazed at the crowd, circled around, then pounced! on the microphone. Angry tirades competed with clashing reverberations; sounding like a vase hurling through the air, smashing into the wall- jagged shards everywhere.
Throughout the night, Jack and Alison played out like Bambi and The Hunter. She took control of the stage- there is no question. Jack seemed to disappear into the shadows, hiding behind his bass drum. But he provided the soundtrack which transformed her thrashing body into a wounded animal.
Despite the veil of hair that created a barrier between her and the audience, Alison exhibited a treacherous stage presence. The delivery was restrained fury laced with sexy rage.
Word on the street is that tension is transpiring among the heavy-hitters. The star-crossed pair shared the spotlight for a song. And although no thunderclouds loomed above, the wind; it was howling.