You know that sinking feeling that something is just 'off' about the supergroup 'The Dead Weather'? How that burning desire to appreciate a band that combines members from all your other favorite groups (The White Stripes, Queens of the Stone Age, The Kills, The Raconteurs) is somehow extinguished by an unidentifiable disgust for everything they do?

Ever since the marketing backlash to The Dead Weather's intrusive advertising campaign (see first photo) music bloggers who previously felt compelled to cover the band are now in a tizzy. It's not so much their music, but rather a seemingly manufactured image that is so unsettling. The general sense is that The Dead Weather must somehow just be a mockery of itself and Rock and Roll as a whole, and thus arises the need to vocalize the previously unnamed feelings we are all troubled by.

So, we present, in image form, The Dead Weather: Translated















My name is Jack White, you might know me from such gimmicks as The Raconteurs or that band I started with my wife...I mean, my sister, I mean...click the ad! This is kind of a big ad, because we're kind of a big deal.



















FUCK THE SURGEON GENERAL.



















Don't talk to me like that, I'm the surgeon general, bitch! Wait, this pose makes me look badass, right? Okay, yeah, that's what I thought.
















Why are you taking a picture of us? All four of us sleep in a twin-size bed together, we just woke up. I don't even want to be here, we just do it for the music, man!




















Used our MacBook to make this picture. Yeah that's +3 edge blur right there, just like they did it in the 60's.

















Dean Fertita: Why am I the only dude here? Maybe this a metaphor for the androgyny of music. Mmm, deep. Wait, is Alison hot?
















When they make The Dead Weather biopic, Johnny Depp will probably play all of us.

















Jack Lawrence: "Note to self: Tuesday is tinted glasses, I always forget! *face palm* shit, shit, shit...





















You will never see both of my eyes, they are the windows to my soul. And I have no soul, because I sold it to the devil for rock glory. Suck on it Jimmy Page. We're The Dead Weather. And you heard right, we're kind of a big deal.

The Dead Weather - Treat Me Like Your Mother.mp3
The Dead Weather - Hang You from the Heavens.mp3
The Dead Weather - I Cut Like a Buffalo.mp3

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