In a turn for the worse, Jack White produces an ICP song about rim jobs, sampling Mozart along the way.
The collaboration is, of course, meant to be improbable (dare we say edgy?), however the track itself certainly isn’t the genre-defining type of work for which White is known. (Who’d have guessed?) As expected, ICP spits lines rife with irreverence, like “We can’t keep these bitches tongues out our ass-crack.”
Overall, the track about butt licking sounds like ass.
Sure, we could add in the obligatory “Mozart is rolling over in his grave” nonsense, but isn’t that playing into exactly what the press release expects? Not to get serious about something so decidedly unserious, but if it weren’t for Jack White‘s name being attached to it, this would just go down as another unremarkable drop in the low-brow bucket. Still, it’s laughable.