Seven Nation Army

I remember a few years ago, when music seemed to irredeemably suck. Between the rap-rock that was short of the good elements of either to the indistinguishable BET acts to the plastic people that teenagers are always willing to buy, there was nothing current that I wanted to listen to. Now I've reached the point where I can hardly contain my excitement for the New Rock. Yes, I know it's trendy, yes, I know it's working grooves that have been worked before. I don't care. I have the new White Stripes album, and it explodes across the eardrums like a ripe orange. Snoogens.