Paul: Kinda crept up on you, didn’t it?
Martin: No, you drove us here.*
And so, appears the first new work from The Strokes in almost a year, but frankly, it seems like forever.
Back with something between a bang and a cheery wave, ’12:51’ is a smart piece of brevity that goes someway to microcosmically indicating the forthcoming ‘Room On Fire’; similar, whilst at the same time commendably evolved. All the familiar hallmarks are there, from the angular new-wave cool to Julian Casablanca’s down-the-telephone vocals. What it does offer however, is the assurance that despite working in a fairly confined area of music, The Strokes are clever enough to push it to its limits and find constantly new, contorted ways of re-inventing the same wheel. Smart.
- The opening quote comes from, of course, the quintessentially cool film Grosse Point Blank. If it doesn’t quite work as intro to a Strokes review, well, that doesn’t matter. It’s Grosse Point Blank, and it’s probably their favourite film.
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