Jack White

Jack White basically dragged rock and roll back into the garage by its scruff in the early 2000s, dressed strictly in peppermint red and white. With Meg White banging the drums and Jack wailing on cheap plastic guitars, The White Stripes became stadium-shaking legends off raw fuzz and attitude. Let's be honest, sports crowds around the world will be chanting that 'Seven Nation Army' riff until the end of time.

Since calling time on the Stripes, he hasn't slowed down for a second. He built his own vinyl paradise in Nashville with Third Man Records, rocked out with The Raconteurs and The Dead Weather, and dropped chart-topping solo records whenever the mood struck. He's rock's sharpest perfectionist, and he still plays like his amplifier is about to catch fire.