Contributed by elgato:
Kate Sullivan of the LA Weekly just published a column about the Strokes. She writes, “…So despite the fact that the Strokes haven’t used their music to sell razors, a rock lover still must contend with a surreal mess of hype and corporate power behind their juggernaut. How do you even listen to a Strokes song without hearing 10 major-label executives, marketing people, radio suits, magazine editors and MTV power-lunchers babbling into cell phones and teeing off? I’ll tell you how: You listen to the music. This is something pop fans have had to do since the Monkees, if not before. Screw it fans have had to deal with this at least since the Brill Building and Motown turned rock into a sleek and compromised machine. It’s not all bad; I’m happy to give it up for the Crystals and the Archies and Hanson and the Backstreet Boys, because they all contain an essence of truth: Beneath the production you can still hear one tortured troubadour with an acoustic guitar or piano, fighting for his soul to convey one fu**ing ounce of the mystery he feels within.” Read more.