The way I see it, right now in some posh NY loft, a member of The Strokes is probably using a "Bedhead" brand hair product to make his hairdo look maximum disheveled. In the background, there is a mountain of coke, a passed-out leggy supermodel, and some stylish furniture designed by a European artist with a single name and an umlaut. Of course, none of this is true, and in fact it's quite slanderous. Besides, everyone knows The Strokes prefer heroin over coke.
Before I get sued, then fired, for my previous comments, let me direct your eyes to Knoxville, Tennessee's Superdrag--an authentic rock 'n' roll band in the truest sense. No designer clothes, no piles of blow on the coffee table, and their hair looks like it does because they just haven't gotten around to washing it.
You might know Superdrag as that one band responsible for one of the better singles during the tail end of the Alternative rock explosion. The song was called "Who Sucked Out the Feeling?" I'm sure you remember it; it was a buzz clip, it got played on the radio, and it put Superdrag in a category with Harvey Danger and Nada Surf as the somewhat respectable one-hit-wonders of the late '90s. Much like all their peers of that era, Superdrag got the boot from their major label; the only difference is that they were the ones that actually landed on their feet. Now on the indie Arena Rock Recordings, Superdrag's finest moments have come with their last two records, 2000's In the Valley of the Dying Stars and the brand new Last Call for Vitriol.
For the sake of a basic description and a more concise press clipping, Superdrag play alcohol-fueled rock 'n' roll--complete with the non-ironic denim jacket, the uncombed shaggy hair and duct-taped tennis shoes. They are authentic Southern Boys in song and in real life, and if it wasn't for this rock n' roll gig, some blue-collar factory job would probably await them back home. Basically, they are like the characters in a John Cougar Mellencamp song, and for that, God bless 'em.