Live music - Jack White

Kilmainham, Dublin

It’s pelting down and Jack White says he feels our pain. Or, at least, our dampness. “I’m here in the rain, singing with you,” he says. “I’m getting wet with you.” It’s an agreeable piece of shtick from a schticky musician. A latter-day bluesman with an unlikely background as a Detroit upholstery apprentice, White has parlayed his obsession with the past into a surprisingly resilient career. As the singing, guitar-playing half of The White Stripes, he raised indie minimalism to an art-form, with songs so stripped down they almost weren’t there (the best of these, ‘Seven Nation Army’, has became a football terrace anthem).

Since the White Stripes drifted apart — the break-up was confirmed in 2011 — he’s cycled through side-projects, some inspired, others forgettable, before arriving at his present solo career. For White Stripes fans, his two stand-alone LPs have a whiff of a second coming: they contain all of his signature tics and tropes, only with slightly better drumming (he had utilised ex-wife, Meg, in the White Stripes because of her ‘childlike’ technique).