Treat Me Like Your Mother by The Dead Weather, directed by Jonathan Glazer.

I reckon this is how most of the world’s rock music would taste like. Reduced and simmered down for an hour til your left with goop reminiscent of something that looks pretty close to black leather. The only way to make it taste better is to add some powdery soot of what I make to be the taste of bullet holes and muzzle flash.

Getting down to the basics of things in a way Jack White only could, his latest musical venture, The Dead Weather, is a lot like that mystery goop was trying to describe. Made out of what’s left of The Kills, Raconteurs, and Queens of the Stone Age, their about as rock and roll as boiled down boot heels that’s to be mixed with piss and used for tattoo ink.

And from a band like that, I wouldn’t expect any less of a video. Conflict resolution, probably at it’s finest. I wouldn’t mind having a go, but it’d be a terrible waste of a leather jacket.