Marcel Winatschek

Treat Me Like Your Mother

The Dead Weather announcement should’ve grabbed me. Jack White from the White Stripes, Dean Fertita from Queens of the Stone Age, Alison Mosshart from the Kills—all in one band. On paper, it made sense. But nothing happened. I didn’t care.

I’d seen the White Stripes live years ago. They were terrible. The announcement felt like more of that—big names looking cool without the music to back it up.

Then the second single hit. Treat Me Like Your Mother. Jack and Alison trading vocals, the rhythm grinding underneath, the whole thing so impossibly cool I wanted to sink into the floor.

Got the album immediately—Horehound, mid-July. All black now, apocalyptic leather jacket, threatening boots, the works. Full commitment. Hell’s Angels adoption pending, dramatic future assured. Just need to track down some nice Uzis.