By now, you know what you're getting from Julian Casablancas and the boys, and this doesn't fail to disappoint. Three minutes of effortlessly cool, Stooges-like pop, topped off here by a killer bassline and that lazy drawl of a vocal.

Of course, everyone who wants this will have the album by now, and it may pale in comparison to the wonderful Last Nite, but who cares? It's The Strokes. And it's great.