On paper it must’ve sounded like a great idea: gazillionaire globe straddling rock God teams up with cherubic Portuguese Che Guevara lookalike on the basis that they both kinda like the â€œsame stuffâ€: a latino vibe straight outta Noo Yawk by way of Brazil.
The following review appears in the latest edition of Londonâ€™s premier music â€˜zine, London Tour Dates.
Crouched over his guitar with a chic cream jacket and a Â£200 haircut it’s easy to see who fills the starring role in this partnership. If we hadn’t already recognised Fabrizio Moretti then a steady stream of â€œI love you f****n guys. Are you having as much fun as us?â€ confirmed that one very vocal fifth of The Strokes was present. Read more
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