If you’re even moderately cynical, the blueprint to Albert Hammond Jr.’s music is rife with red flags: the affinity for ’70s pop clichés, the certain cellophane sheen, the saccharine lyrics, the Bono-quality Spanish. And, of course, the ever-looming specter of his “other” band, which is especially hard to avoid when your songs are chock-full of Strokes signifiers: snapped snares, twitchy guitar sounds, sweetly parabolic melodies, and a romantically lethargic vocal delivery that’s only a grade of coarseness away from that of Julian Casablancas himself. Actually, Hammond’s approach to song aesthetics—basic, thin, and stylish—is a lot closer to the early-Strokes style the band’s fans have lately been demanding than anything the Strokes themselves have... More >>>