MEET ME IN THE BATHROOM
Nostalgic archive of a New York moment
Rock’n’roll was not dead as it approached the new Millennium. But it was having one of its semi-regular power naps. Then The Strokes came along. All skinny jeans, New York cool, clanging guitars and perfect pop choruses. And, as documented in new film Meet Me In The Bathroom, almost overnight – with barely enough songs to fill an LP, let alone a live set – they were hailed as saviours.
The loudly (and with huge relief ) proclaimed a new New York scene. That these disparate musicians had geography and little else in common was moot. The music press needed new heroes. And in The Strokes, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Interpol, plus The Moldy Peaches and later LCD Soundsystem, they found them.
