As usual, the Strokes are getting away with murder. You know the deal: they plunder their musical influences and then justify it with a shrug. They write simple songs that are glossed over with a sheen of effortlessness, a nonchalant dash of style that is the essence of their success. Finally, and perhaps most offensively, they disregard hygiene, which has granted them magazine covers and celebrity girlfriends.
In recent weeks, it has been difficult to walk past a newsagent without feeling a twinge of concern for the Strokes. They are currently on the cover of virtually everything from Q to Your Caravan. The headlines suggest a bleak and sinister story. One promises tales of "methadone and margaritas ….
After numerous magazine covers, countless imitation bands and premature iconic stature as the definitive American rock stars, the Strokes have reached a relative milestone. Yes, with the release of Room On Fire, their sophomore effort, the band’s combined discography now exceeds 60 minutes. While there most likely won’t be confetti and celebratory banners draped across the Lower East Side, this new album does solidify the Strokes as more than a blip on the radar.