Review: Jack White, ‘Blunderbuss’: Aidin Vaziri | He may never recapture the electric eel zing of the White Stripes, but it would be a mistake to count out Jack White. On his first solo album – knocked out at the tail end of an eventful period during which his former band imploded alongside his marriage to model Karen Elson – the 36-year-old Nashville musician seriously loosens up, trading in the cold blues stomp of the Stripes for a casual trawl through the more eclectic corners of his record collection. White does his take on English folk (“Blunderbuss”), paisley rock (“Hip [Eponymous] Poor Boy”) and lush piano pop (“Hypocritical Kiss”). While the howling “Sixteen Saltines” serves as a wobbly bridge to his past, it’s the gently swaying “Love Interruption,” which sounds as if it were lifted from Robert Plant and Alison Krauss’ “Raising Sand” album, that serves as the best indicator of where he stands today. It’s uninhibited, intimate and maybe just a little bit grown up.