Considering that from that highly overdeveloped state that is the United States, when it comes to music, nothing better than the Green Day comes out, the Strokes could be considered geniuses. Facing the reality, they are not geniuses, I would say no. But they are good, that's for sure.
Two years earlier, they had pulled out of the hat a mega-album that was amazing, here they level themselves with the terrestrial world, three years later (that's this year) they will fall below the acceptable, and then bye-bye. I find myself reviewing this album which, in my opinion, unjustly hasn't been reviewed yet, so I am faced with a record not worthy of too much praise, but it's unfair to defame it. The peak is reached quite soon, indeed the track no. 2, Reptilia, is perhaps the best piece written by these shady New Yorkers.
For the rest, the album flows quietly, a definitely pleasant listen, with songs like "meet me in the bathroom" and "the way it is" that would invite to be listened to again. So we are far from the glories of "Is This It", but we stay afloat, which in this period is not bad at all.
In this album, it is really Casablancas' voice that expresses itself fully, hoarse and deep, sharp and angry, melancholic and dreamy.
So whatâs changed? Simple, the Strokes! They have matured, both musically and lyrically.
I just canât stand The Strokes, no use denying it, so I want to say this album is bad without having listened to it!
It turns out it confirms exactly what I thought: I canât stand these Strokes!! LONG LIVE PREJUDICE
That crazy and fizzy style is still there but rock'n roll is missing!
It's certainly not an album worthy of a 5, not even a 4.