The Party Ain't Over
Jack White has big ideas about how to reintroduce Wanda Jackson to listeners, as the walls -- no, buildings of ringing, wide-ranging sound here attest. Maybe too big. His wild, hyperactive arrangements almost overpower the project. Jackson still has one of the most distinctive voices and personalities in the biz, and she almost can't be heard above the din -- almost. She manages to sass everything from Mexicali brass to Caribbean post-punk into submission -- and you'll never hear Amy Winehouse the same way again after listening to Wanda snarl her way through "You Know That I'm No Good."