It’s been nearly four years since the last Strokes record, and Julian has traded scuzzy garage rock for a poppier synth sound. The first few listens through the album, I loved it. It was great to hear one of the best voices in music again. But the more I listened, the more it’s flaws stood out.
Phrazes for the Young is short time wise, but with only 8 songs, each individual song is long and several feel so long they drag down the album. Having said that, the album starts out with a bang. “Out of the Blue” is a fantastic song, it’s upbeat and peppy even as Julian ’sings a song of faded glory.’ “Out of the Blue” also has the best line on the album “Yes, I know I’m going to hell, in a leather jacket/ at least I’ll be in another world, while you’re pissing on my casket.’ The next two songs keep the theme established in the first song, they are upbeat and full of bright synths while reflecting on his past.
The album starts to lose steam with “4 Chords of the Apocalypse,” which is slower and dark, and grinds to a complete halt with “Ludlow Street,” a dirge-like ode to the good old days on Ludlow Street in New York. Pardon me while I yawn for a minute. I’m sure Julian thought this was a tribute but to the listener it sounds like whining and lame nostalgia. Complaining about yuppies seems inauthentic coming from Julian’s background. The last three tracks rebound to make it a solid disc, especially River of Brakelights.
Despite it’s shortcomings, I like the album, the first three songs are as good as anything he did with The Strokes and bodes well for the future. However, if he does do another solo album, I hope that he reigns in some of the synths and funeral procession songs.