I remember seeing an article in Slate - or maybe Salon - asking whether The Strokes were as good as people said. I had never heard of them at the time, so I just skimmed the article, but it made me curious about them. (I'm always curious about things if I find some commentary on them.)
A few months later, three Strokes songs showed up on one of Sally's KSAL collections. I totally loved them.
The Strokes are like crack cocaine to me. There is some cockamamie idea about how music makes some primitive part of your brain respond in a similar rhythm (I'm not going to provide a link because I doubt this is true), and I feel like their songs do that to me.
The pattern seems super simple - every song seems to alternate some heavier guitar-rhythm parts with some more melodic parts, with vaguely jerk-ass lyrics that are interesting enough not to annoy you, but not so interesting as to actually engage you. It drives me up the wall - in a good way, of course.
Here is a video:
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Thanks to watching this clip, I had a dream in which the singer [who looks eerily like a brown eyed Elijah Wood as rock star Frodo Baggins] turned out to be my second-cousin and really disturbed me by referring to his 12-year-old girlfriend until I found out that he himself is only 11. Then I was all like, good for him for being able to handle an older woman. I blame you, Tam.
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