The Strokes - Angles
There is something goofy about Angles. Yes, the cover art is a little silly, the albums title is a little uninspired, and it's a little short, but what's really goofy is what lies within.
Angles in its moments of brilliance, see guitar solo outro to "Under Cover Of Darkness", deserves a certain amount of praise. After all, this is the band that redefined our notion of New York's music scene, and quite possibly the entire indie rock, read: rock movement as well. AHJ's guitar riffs wrecked havoc on our very first pairs of white iPod headphones, probably costing Apple thousands in replacements. Julian's hugely overdriven vocals were nothing short of revolutionary. This combo let The Strokes become the Radiohead of comparisons to any band heralding anywhere within a 50 mile radius of the big city. Ten years and three solid albums later, one simply has to ask, what's changed? A lot actually, but not The Strokes.
Let's start with the guitar, yes it's there, all of its tonal rapture is certainly present in each track, but nothing is there to support it. Sure, there's more to The Strokes than a riff master on lead guitar, what about those crunchy tube fuzz vocals? Yeah, they make an appearance too, just in all the predictable places at all the predictable times. And then it starts to make sense, four albums in a ten year span, they've simply lost relevance. Maybe if each album was released one year apart, 2005 would have been kinder to Angles, but music has changed. Angles comes ten years after their commercial success, isn't that enough time to call it a throwback? Unfortunately so. Angles is stuck on one-hundred-and-fourty beats per minute, every track is a dull and underdeveloped effort from a band that has chosen to stagnate in its diminishing success.