We last received a studio offering from Jack White in 2018, but long before then I gave up trying to decipher his persona. Intentionally inscrutable, a man of many opinions but few interviews, the Detroit native seemingly strives to perplex when it comes to all things except his want to rock. And that he continues to do, and succeed, on his own terms with this latest solo LP.

Fear of the Dawn is one of those records I find difficult to write about. Not because it is a masterpiece whose brilliance words fail to convey. Pièce de résistance it is not, although the majority of it is really damn good. It's just a lot to digest. Each listen unveils a new wrinkle of an album that fully personifies the low-end guitar riff maestro and his inherent weirdness. As confusing as the man may be, his attentiveness to sonic palette and top-notch production is never in doubt, and here those attributes abound in spades. 

After four years between each of his last two releases, fans won't have to wait long for the next one. Entering Heaven Alive is due in July. It might take me until then to wrap my head around Fear of the Dawn.