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The strokes write some reasonably decent songs, but nothing I've never heard before. But their image really gets on my nerves. Their live sets are 30 minutes long. They look like they can't be bothered. Julian Casablancas sings like he's half asleep. And the music press are always pushing them as some kind of hard-living strung out methadone popping band from hell, and they're not any one of those things.
It's another case of the music media latching onto something completely mediocre and blowing it all out of proportion.
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