is less of a Strokes
record and more of a compilation of their solo ambitions with the original lineup supporting each member, but so what? The five rich kids from New York City never really said anything too complicated in their sex-and-boredom opus Is This It
, so why expect it ten years later when they have money and no incentive to impress? Back then they wrote fun songs and didn't care, and they were called a scrappy bunch of geniuses who reinvented rock n' roll. Today, their trademark indifference is met with the post-Kid A
snark of pens scratching out their street cred. Julian "phones it in", the lyrics are "simple" and "tired". Have any of you even listened to Is This It
? The beauty of lines like "Last night/she said/oh baby I feel so fine" is that they don't need to mean anything but "we drink a lot" and "f*ck you". Angles
isn't brilliant or game-changing, but it's a hell of a lot more fun than most uber-famous rock bands are after four albums of hating each other.
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MP3: "Under Cover Of Darkness"
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