why won't you come over here? 12:51 was maginifcent. Gentle opening chords, lights flash, it's 1982, the drive home after the party, that hook, good god that hook, it's tron, it's the past and the future, it's two years before i can drink. Uh-huh that's my shit, all the people in the Tabernacle stomp your feet like this. Second album, promise kept, more of the same delievered, thousand bands started, thrift stores raided.

Now, the third ablum lurks ahead on the calendar. Here's the first new single. Someone hung up the telephone, and Julian's voice is out front now. Somebody polished the guitars, and the album probably wasn't mixed on a G3 this time around. Apparently, Nikolai bought a rumble pak for the bass line and listened to "Enter Sandman" all summer. I'm on listen number five, scratch six, scratch seven. The end has no end, and this shit is on repeat. Just like the new Franz, I hear a great band growing, and I wait for the album.

The Strokes- Juicebox

Lots of good quotes here- watch out, away messages is watching.  ¶ 11:35 PM