The pair's previous album slanted toward the crunch-laden rock 'n' rankle of the White Stripes' Motor City scene, comprised of such kindred spirits as the Dirtbombs, Demolition Doll Rods, and Detroit Cobras. However, the daring duo's phenomenal new album, DeStijl (Dutch for "the style"), truly establishes the White Stripes' talents, and sounds like outtake demos from Led Zeppelin III mixed with the sardonic whomp of the Oblivans and Royal Trux's revision of original sin. From time to time, Jack sounds so akin to a young Robert Plant it's startling; on "I'm Bound to Pack It Up," Jack's ascending 12-string acoustic guitar riff clearly nods to Jimmy Page's signature syncopated strums. While a violin punctuates the melody, Jack flexes his upper-register range as he yearns for the sense of freedom in, um, winding on down that road. Elsewhere, the Whites further defy their garage rock reputation on the Paul McCartney-styled waltz-time acoustic guitar ballad "Apple Blossom," and the downright pliant minor-key piano romp "Truth Doesn't Make a Noise." Drawing attention to their limitations (no backing musicians, threadbare production budgets) with their potentially misleading aesthetic, the White Stripes boldly prove they have the talent and daring to be seductively simple.