It's stacked high with riffs that The Strokes clearly forgot to put on the second album and the sort of clattering drums that will inspire mass crowd-pogoing and bobbing during their notoriously blood-soaked live gigs. While the vocals and production still make them sound like a pub rock band, they are probably the best pub rock band in the world. There's a stench of old men's bitter, musty fireplaces and pickled onion crisps all over this track. It's a little bit rough around the edges and it's hardly original, but its roguish charm will more than likely ensnare you.








