For this reason, the Strokes needed to do something truly amazing with album number 3. It should have been their masterpiece. After 2 and a half years of writing the bloody thing, it needed to be perfect. Was it perfect? God no!
Just two tracks in, they descended into yet another samey riff, and from there, the album only picked up in sporadic moments. Does Julian Casablancas really need someone to extol the virtues of development as an artist? Unfortunately, where the one saving grace with the first two LPs was their merciful brevity, FIOE is a 52 minute piece of dirge.
I'm less than wowed for much the same reason I'm always less than wowed by The Strokes. Blah, blah, blah… Get a haircut and try actually being punk for once. BORING!
CMcG 6/10
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