Extra Innings: A look At The Adults Are Talking By The Strokes

Like an exotic bird, it is a rare sighting these days. Imagine: a real-life music video with real-life people, or are they? Introducing The Adults Are Talking by The Strokes, directed by long time collaborator Roman Coppola. There is no denying that there have been some noble graphically created works of art recently, at times forced, others intentional, stirring admiration for animators loaded with initiative but, it is a treat to put a face to the sound. Borrowed from their GRAMMY-nominated New Abnormal record, released last April, anticipation built for the new Adults footage with teasing snippets from the band.

Respected Coppola, being right there from the get-go, worked his sorcery on Last Night, ending up directing four more videos for the boys including Hard To Explain and Someday, and after an 17-year pause, brings his total to five. A glimpse at his clients sees Arctics, Daft Punk and the Beastie Boys (featuring Nas) neatly listed and gives a clue about his style. His work holds an intentionally fuzzy grain and lighting that is identifiable to him; never brightly in the face, but a dimmed glow. Owning a casual stance of confidence, The Adults Are Talking fits the bill.

In a nice little kiss to Ode To the Mets and a touch of Justice's New Lands, a futuristic baseball game strikes the set, as each member gears up for the match in their jerseys, which deserve attention having caused bustle and coveting from commenters. The colour pallet of the tops matches the sunset tones of orange, yellow and red shown in the recent shadow outline poster of our quintet. Emblazoned on their backs are Valensi, Moretti, Fraiture, Hammond JR. and Casablancas, with people now desperate to lay their hands on the fashion garment.

It soon transpires that this is no ordinary occasion; their opponent is a freakishly slick robot, and, with other sports played against androids, it is fair to say, it is not an even playing field for the humans. Graphics of an electrical circuit appear matching the background to another Roman production: 12:51, and signifying that currents, not blood flows around the robot shells. Rain puts a halt on proceedings, but the show must go on. And this rain causes a momentary lapse for the opposition, blurring vision and gives our underdogs an advantage of kinds.

As Julian legs it around the diamond, musical chameleon and American sweetheart Beck is in attendance as the coach cheering him on from the side as a hard-earned point is scored, ending the game: 56 to the Robots, 1 to The Strokes. The number one being significant in that, yes it is only one point but where most outfits long and wish to be. A homage to 89's Major League movie comes when Julian punches Fab square in the face like Dorn n Ricky 'Wild Thing' Vaughn. Sonically, the agile track has that surging feeling where you have the ability and energy to run to the top of a mountain, and the instruments fit together like a jigsaw.

Rain is exchanged for 'pagne as celebrations are savoured; the robot's battery shuts down, giving the humans the win after all. Matching the hierarchy of the title, it represents knowing your place in society, but not neccasarily accepting it. The match is a metaphor about the helplessness felt under the hand of incompetent rulers and the vigour needed for the constant battle for change. However, in this number, The Strokes and Coppalla never lacked positivity: that solitary one point is a step forwards and hope cling on to. Also studying the attitude of our minds, it is the outlook you select in such a situation, after all, 'You're going to reap just what you sow."

Article by Beverley Knight