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The Independent Voice of Southern Methodist University Since 1915

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The Independent Voice of Southern Methodist University Since 1915

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Young rockers fill every seat

The Strokes perform for a crowded house at Bronco Bowl, rock n’ roll lives on

The Strokes rocked a ’60s era stage set up Saturday at the Bronco Bowl, complete with raised platform for the drummer and his kit, his snare reading “The Strokes” in a font that echoes Beatles-esque simplicity.

The guys began with their biggest hit to date, “Last Nite,” showing they didn’t have to rely on their bread and butter single to close out the show.

However, in doing so, they blew their wad (so to speak) in the midst of a performance that had no real surprises in the first place.

If you’ve ever seen a Strokes video on television, then you know exactly how they perform a song – just like they recorded it.

The band’s simple songs, with their upbeat, ebullient guitar riffs and hummable melodies lend to the consistency with which the talented Strokes play.

Those live-rock purists who expect wild guitar solos, extended jams or even slightly different vocals, beware: The Strokes are not that kind of band.

Owing much to the early ’60s in terms of style, the band relies on the catchiness of its tunes and vibrant, kaleidoscopic light display to energize the performance. The lights were quite impressive and caused the occasional collective “ooh” or “aww.”

To an extent, this strategy worked – but, scanning the indoor amphitheater of the Bowl, one got the sense that this setting is just about as big a venue as The Strokes could conquer without their performance seeming slightly flat.

Just look at the bassist, Nikolai Fraiture – an emaciated version of the James Bond villain Jaws with page-boy long hair. There’s no way to visualize him awkwardly plucking his bass in front of a stadium filled with thousands.

The best thing about the show was also its biggest surprise – The Strokes have a lot of new material.

By playing about eight new songs at the show, the band proved that though it hasn’t evolved stylistically, the guys certainly have the formula down.

Other than that, the show went as expected – the band, especially singer Julian Casablancas, seemed drunk, stoned or silly on fame.

Girls screamed as the band jaunted through its set, and everything Casablancas said was meant to make him sound cool.

He pandered to the sold out house, punctuating every comment with a superfluous cuss word.

Hipsters cheered as Casablancas mumbled incoherently about his “art” and strutted in his chic hoodie/blazer ensemble. Scene-sters looked around for people they knew.

For some people, the show seemed to be more about being seen than seeing the band perform.

In short, The Strokes did nothing at the performance that was truly great – but they didn’t do anything to disappoint either.

Folks at the Bronco Bowl were privy to a group of hip rockers so content with their plush, cool lifestyles that the music seems secondary – let’s hope discontent sets in soon.

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