The Next Eleven2017.06.08
It’s generally accepted that The Strokes made two near-perfect eleven song albums. Each was compact, punchy, and occasionally brilliant. Each lasted about a half hour.
Their third album, First Impressions Of Earth, indulged not only in the capitalized O, but ventured notably longer. New ground was tilled. The results weren’t uniformly solid. Not like the streak from “Hard to Explain” to “Take It Or Leave It” (still my favorite) where Fab’s drum and a moderately-intoxicated vibe carry you through a third of an album. “Trying Your Luck” is still very underrated in the catalog.
We’re the better part of a decade and a half on. My mother’s dog ate my leather jacket (honestly, pretty pissed about that one) and my ex-girlfriend’s sister’s ripped jeans are pretty snug (but hey, fuck you, I can squeeze in). I need another album.
Here it is, compiled from every album that’s come since: The Next Eleven.
It’s 39 minutes long.