The White Stripes. Jimmy the Exploder.

There is almost nothing sexier to me than the rawdog dirty sound of Jack White's guitar.  Seriously it gets me hot.  And together him and Meg epitomize to me all that's glory-full about good ol fuckin rock and roll.  She reminds me of Joan Jett.  Rebeliousness.  Nothin but her tight, gnarly loud ass drums breaking the beat. He makes me think of the only white guy back of the juke joint drilling licks in some past life almost memory of heat and oppression and music being the only saving grace. 

This is Jimmy the Exploder, off their 1999 self-titled release.  It makes my breath short.  Yummmmm.