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Dec 19, 2011The sheer ballast of [Jack] White's vision can be exhausting, the individual elements clanking chaotically and never quite gelling. Jackson gives as strong as a performance as she can, tearing into the oldies with ease and valiantly attempting the new songs, but she sounds most at ease with the quieter moments.
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Jan 28, 2011We get truckloads of overzealous horns that sound ripped off from his buddy Conan's late-night band, White's own fuzzed-out guitar, bustling drums, and cartoon-y slide work. The wild excess often ends up shoving Jackson to the sidelines on her own album.
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UncutJan 19, 2011Bits and pieces, even within the album's successful tracks, are overcooked and threatens to capsize the project into mere camp or noodly instrumental preening. [Feb 2011, p.91]
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MojoApr 20, 2011Gentleman Jack White does his Loretta Lynn production thing for another grand old lady. [Feb. 2011, p. 108]
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Q MagazineFeb 2, 2011Rockabilly queen gets the Jack White treatment. [Feb. 2011, p. 118]
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Jan 13, 2011It's an odd decision, but The Party Ain't Over is attended by the sense that the normally sure-footed White doesn't really know what to do with Jackson.
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Jan 31, 2011One of White's strengths has always been his ability to separate pastiche from a genuine aesthetic, and The Party Ain't Over is suffocated by its overly stylized, affected '50s put-on.
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Jan 26, 2011This Jack White-produced comeback album suggests there can be few septuagenarians keener on raising hell.
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Jan 27, 2011The Party Ain't Over makes a great Jack White LP, but Wanda Jackson should've taken a page from Rosie Flores' Girl of the Century and roped in Jon Langford.
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Jan 25, 2011In the end, this album just doesn't make it.
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Jan 21, 2011Her voice often sounds overly pinched, and the horns come off as gimmicky.
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Mar 4, 2011Younger listeners will get the most out of this sometimes-inspired, retro-leaning smorgasbord; the more observant among them may even discern that Wanda's "bad girl" '50s persona, unlike today's blunt and blush-worthy equivalent, is nothing more than an act.