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While I love the Strokes, I must say, this track makes me neither love them more nor love them less. A catchy enough lead single and video from their third long player, the track lacks the droning detachment and melodic addictiveness of earlier work. But still, the record maintains the indie sneering vibe that rocketed the New York based band to super critical darling stardom. Perhaps the third album will lead to unbridled commercial adoration like so much commodified hip. Or perhaps not. Watch the video (qt). UPDATE: director's cut (qt).

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