The White Stripes rose above the scrap heap of early 2000s garage bands to become the biggest rock ’n’ roll band of the aughts for two main reasons. First, Jack and Meg White’s take on the delta blues is dirtier, heavier and more emotionally raw than any band since Led Zeppelin. Second, the duo effortlessly mixes their bombastic blues-rock swagger with achingly sweet, unselfconsciously twee little folk ditties that provide balance and depth to albums that would otherwise run the risk of sounding hollow amidst all of Jack White’s tongue-in-cheek guitar god posturing. When Boulder’s Rose Hill Drive announced they were performing the Stripes’ Elephant front to back for two New Year’s shows at the Fox Theater, there was little doubt that the band would crush murky rockers like “Black Math” and “Girl, You Have No Faith in Medicine.”