Two reviews of The Strokes’ new album “Comedown Machine” written 24 hours apart.
1. In this record, I see glimpses of the band that fundamentally changed me back in 2000. The hooks are solid, if not some of the best out there in 2013. The genre and instrumental experimentation is commendable, even impressive. But it’s, so far, not a record that I am falling in love with. That is, not as a whole, complete LP.
In an alternate universe, there is a version of this record that was recorded live to tape in the studio, with nothing outside of the two-guitar, bass, drums and vocals setup (okay, maybe an old Fender organ on a few of the tracks). The me in that alternate universe fucking loves it. I imagine this version of myself (who we’ll call Red-161, as compared to me on this Earth, Red-616) went to NYU over BC, dove deep into the early 2000’s rock scene, became a bit of a visual documentarian of those drunken and dangerous LES days, has some bit of minor fame and acclaim from those photos, although as time has passed he is probably coasting on the fumes and the remaining dollars, unsure of his next move and feeling a bit empty. He is also skinny and smokes cigarettes.) But I digress… I wish it was that record. I miss the sound of those Strokes, but the songwriting leads me to believe they are still there, somewhere, underneath the studio trickery.
I don’t love it. I don’t hate it. I don’t think I’ll ever hate a Strokes record. I get the thrill from a few of the songs, others will go unlistened in my iTunes library for years. I guess this is part of loving a band, the high with the disappointment, and the constant battle against apathy.
2. I gave the record about 3 more spins yesterday after writing that. And then I listened to nothing else all night. As i went to bed, the hooks were STUCK IN MY HEAD. More than one of them, and not the two singles that have been out slightly longer. Songs I didn’t love at first were on repeat in my brain. I woke up, and they were still there. I listened this morning, and I am coming on board. I’m defrosting.
I think that is the plight of the Strokes fan. I’m going to like this record whether my ears want to or not. My heart and head are forcing me to. And I’m strangely okay, if not happy, about that.
One other thing: this record came out in March, as did their previous record Angles. With Angles, I found that it was infinitely better in the summer, doing things you do in the warm months: windows-down driving, drinking on rooftops, going to BBQs, sitting on beaches. My wife (mai waife) would say “Who is this? I like this song” in July, where in February she decried the whole album as “weird.”
So that’s something. And I hope it’s true.