White people playing blues-rock is something that I tend to stay away from. The White Stripes conquered the genre, and to me, everyone else sounds like a phoned-in rip-off of Jack and Meg. It seems like I’m the only person in the world with this mind-set because I can’t find anyone else who dislikes the Black Keys, Black Lips, or any other color-noun blues-rock band. Oh well.
Good Not Evil by Black Lips is just more of the same white noise to me. And honestly, lots of this stuff is just stupid. For example, on the track Navajo, Cole Alexander turns a story of falling in love with an Indian girl into a chance to name as many Indian tribes as he can. Fortunately for me, only one of the songs on Good Not Evil surpasses the three-minute mark (and that doesn’t really count because it’s that oh-so-original trick where a band puts a secret song at the end of the last song), which leaves the album at a considerably short 36 minutes. That’s a thing that people like about Black Lips, I guess. They start it up fast, get to the point, then break it down quickly. I can get behind a band that does this, but only if the resulting music is good.
There is one redeeming thing about this album, though. While I’ll probably avoid most things by the Black Lips for the remainder of their existence, there’s a good chance that I’ll come back to the song Bad Kids. It’s like nothing else on the album, with a faster tempo than most songs, and what I’m pretty sure is a glockenspiel being played in the background. Those 2-minutes and 7-seconds were the only ones that I enjoyed while listening to this album.
Swole Ear 
You’re a hater, but you’re pretty funny. Jack and Meg are different than the rest because their blues rip offs were leavened with a unique country-rock sensibility (hence, Jack’s brilliant raising of Loretta Lynn from the near dead — followed by his DREADFUL Wanda Jackson second act). The Rolling Stones did the same thing, back when they did things right. Led Zeppelin? I don’t know. They were just different.
You can’t not like Bad Kids because it is a funny, funny song. One of those songs that every songwriter wishes he had written, if they’re being honest. Someone should put together one of those albums of 12 different bands doing Bad Kids because every version would be good and funny. Think about the Lyle Lovett version of Bad Kids backed up to the Kid Cudi version of Bad Kids. I would pay my hard earned Yuans for that.