The Strokes
Take an band of average talent who wish it was 1978 fronted by a self important pretty boy, inject with a lethal dose of nepotism and questionable 'scene buzz'. Hype to high fucking heaven by plastering them over every useless 'style bible' type publication and hey presto, everybody buys your records.
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Urb's RYM Stuff
Most people sell their soul to the devil, but the devil sells his soul to Nick Cave.
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