Much has been made of the Blanche-White Stripes connection?frontman Dan Miller and wife Tracee playing in late-โ€™90s Detroit bands Goober And The Peas and Two Star Tabernacle with Jumpinโ€™ Jack W; Dan directing the โ€œHotel Yorbaโ€ vid; the Stripes covering โ€œWhoโ€™s To Sayโ€?and the leg-up has proven invaluable. Arriving on the back of a hugely successful UK tour with their old muckers,โ€ฆDoctors is an agitated howl of a record, both justifying the hype and whittling a singular identity. Dripping with creepy invention, itโ€™s both rollicking and tender, wild of fringe but fragile of heart. Or, as the band themselves put it: โ€œa dolled-up meeting of The Stepford Wives and a Lawrence Welk gospel specialโ€. Co-producers Brendon Benson, Warn Defever and Blanche multi-instrumentalist David Feeny inject urgency throughout, particularly on the hateful roil of โ€œGarbage Pickerโ€ and the Gun Clubโ€™s โ€œJack On Fireโ€. The playing is sinewy?Feenyโ€™s preening pedal-steel; Patch Boyleโ€™s high-in-the-mix banjo, tricksy as a cactus?while Danโ€™s sour-mash delivery counterpoints Traceeโ€™s breathy pout perfectly. The softly-stroked โ€œAnother Lost Summerโ€ and โ€œBluebirdโ€ are exceptional, highlighting both the deep human affection and disquieting horror inherent in old-time country. Standout, however, is โ€œWhoโ€™s To Sayโ€: despite Jack Whiteโ€™s guitar solo and Boyleโ€™s sweet plucking, Millerโ€™s clammy tale of unrequited obsession is as sweatily claustrophobic as John Caleโ€™s Velvet Underground epic โ€œThe Giftโ€. The garage-country revival starts here.