I must admit to be somewhat agnostic when it comes to the new Strokes. It is the living, breathing embodiment of running in place. All those entertwining guitars and angular brick-a-bats and Casablancas on top of it all, with that proforma whinge as growl.
Having said that, I thought Julian’s solo album had many songs on it that beats this one dead.
And though I can’t wait for the album, or the show at MSG, I don’t feel very strongly about the video here: