THERE was a worry after the underwhelming Blunderbuss, Jack White’s debut solo album in 2012, that the prolific artist had become a little dull when he finally struck out on his own.

But with Lazaretto, the 38-year-old has rediscovered his mojo and gone back to the bag of tricks that made his earlier work with the White Stripes and the Raconteurs so thrilling. The caustic guitar is back, screaming all over instrumental High Ball Stepper and the title track, which also borrows the almost rap-like vocal punch of the Stripes’ finest hour, Icky Thump, for a thrilling three minutes, bowing out with a coda of gypsy violins .

Welcome back Jack.

Mark Edwards