The NME just scraped the bottom of the barrel, serving up the lamest Strokes story to date. The *shocking* story that “Ze Newie” still doesn’t have a name! OH MY GOD. What will happen now? I just ran around my apartment like I was Joseph Gordon-Levitt (who’s birthday is 5 days after mine) at a Moldy Peaches show. Ok, maybe not, but about the “story”? I don’t think anyone really cares.
A better newsbite would have been about how everyone went ape-shit crazy in LA on Monday. Reported shoving, pushing, and overall whoredom. And the band isn’t even THERE yet! No word on whether any Chucks were trampled on in the crush.