The first time I heard this album I was riding up from S.F. to Lake Tahoe with an old high school buddy. We had nonstop tracks blasting in the car and fresh tracks waiting for us on the mountain. The music was cranked up to the point where you almost felt a little nauseous. This is the album I’ll always associate with that trip. And the title track is the thesis statement to the whole masterpiece. It wasn’t the biggest hit by any stretch. But it was the introduction to the raw, minimally produced garage sound that is The Strokes.

“Oh dear, can't you see? It's them it's not me. We're not enemies. We just disagree.”