Jack White Albums Ranked Worst to Best
If Jack White is on it, you can absolutely judge an album by its cover. His face (clearly visible in the artwork for all but two of the dozen records he's credited for) is like a notarized stamp of approval.
After climbing out of Detroit's underground garage scene in the late '90s as one-half of the blues and punk-inspired White Stripes, White wasted little time in establishing himself as one of the freshest voices in rock by respectfully evoking the past. Over the course of six albums, he and Meg White could do nearly no wrong, evolving from a minimalist, guitar-driven duo into arena rockers with a distinctly avant-garde approach. In the meantime, White released two albums with each of his side-projects (the Raconteurs and the Dead Weather), shifted his aesthetic and life to Nashville and has released two solo albums entirely on his own (well, with lots of presumably well-compensated backing musicians).
Below, we take a look back at the crooked path White took on his way to becoming an icon and rank each of his albums in order of awesomeness. But make no mistake: If it's got White's face on it, you should always click play.