The Strokes Rub Another One Out
I can remember where I was the first time I heard The Strokes’ debut, Is This It. It was the summer of 2001, and I’d just procured a fake ID in Times Square. I felt hugely relieved when I handed it to the bouncer at a graffiti-covered Lower East Side bar and he didn’t rip it in half. The energy of the album perfectly encapsulated the moment—pure, effervescent, gritty fun undercut with just a dose of disillusionment. I don’t know if The Strokes will ever be able to recapture the magic of that album, but I will give them a chance every time they release a new one. With Angles—their first album in five years—the boys have returned to their original sound. Or at least to the extent you can when you’re older and presumably wiser.