Wednesday, 27 May 2009


... is irresistibly good. There may be a thick vein of middle-brow Strokesiness running through (absolutely sensationally-titled) Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix, but this is a churlish and minor grumble.

Anyhow, stripped of the blazers, the inclination towards retrograde pastiche, and the faint suggestions of nepotism, those Strokes were, at their best, a pretty unequivocally wonderful formalist pop band, weren't they?

Can't quite get rid of the stink of that invidious decade-despoiling legacy, though ...

But Phoenix: sweet.

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