Before I fell in love with The Strokes in 2006, I would go through a process: I’d acquire a new record, listen to its best songs for a week or two and then go on to the next thing and repeat the process.
After I first heard Is This It, I never wanted anything else. I was perfectly content listening to the same 12 songs over and over because of the album’s little moments of brilliance: the bass line in Is This It, the lyrics in Trying Your Luck, the sense of nostalgia in Someday, the riff in Hard To Explain, the raw power of New York City Cops, etc.
When I first heard The Strokes, I could finally point to something and say “Here, this is what music should sound like.”
The Strokes are my band, Is This It is my record and I’ll never go on to the next thing.