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Meet Me in the Bathroom: Pleasing, rough-hewn chronicle of New York music scene of early 2000s

Archive footage does the talking for LCD Soundsystem, The Strokes, Karen O and The Moldy Peaches in Dylan Southern and Will Lovelace’s film

The Strokes, looking like people who could only ever be rock stars, sold almost two million copies of their debut album, Is This It, released in 2001. Photograph: Anthony PIdgeon/Redferns via Getty
The Strokes, looking like people who could only ever be rock stars, sold almost two million copies of their debut album, Is This It, released in 2001. Photograph: Anthony PIdgeon/Redferns via Getty
Meet Me in the Bathroom
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Director: Dylan Southern, Will Lovelace
Cert: None
Genre: Documentary
Starring: Julian Casablancas, Karen O, James Murphy, Tunde Adebimpe, Dave Sitek, Albert Hammond Jr, Kimya Dawson, Adam Green, Nick Zinner, Ryan Adams
Running Time: 1 hr 48 mins

Based on Lizzy Goodman’s book Meet Me in the Bathroom: Rebirth and Rock and Roll in New York City 2001-2011, this pleasing, rough-hewn documentary chronicles the New York music scene in the early years of this century.

In the months and years after 9/11, various hipsters and noiseniks emerged from basements and bedrooms. Interpol’s Paul Banks recalls self-financed tours of empty venues. Karen O, a painfully shy teen from New Jersey, transformed from a guitar-strumming wannabe into the charismatic frontwoman of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. James Murphy, a Pynchon-obsessed thirtysomething studio engineer, began crafting ageless floor-fillers in his Lower East Side apartment under the LCD Soundsystem banner. Adam Green and Kimya Dawson led an anti-folk charge as The Moldy Peaches. At the flashier, moneyed end of the postpunk spectrum, The Strokes, looking like people who could only ever be rock stars, sold almost two million copies of Is This It and pulled a reverse Beatles by becoming bigger than Jesus in the UK.

Taking a leaf from the Asif Kapadia playbook, the British film-makers Dylan Southern and Will Lovelace let the archival footage do the talking. So we get a heartfelt account of Karen O’s upbringing but little context on the other subjects or, indeed, the scene’s implosion as the effects grew of Rudy Giuliani’s cabaret laws, extreme gentrification, corporate demands and substance abuse.

The central thrust of Goodman’s book – great music, bad behaviour – often gets lost in blurry, hand-held videos. The ongoing rift between The Strokes and Ryan Adams requires more airing than it receives here. It is often argued that The Strokes are the last rock stars and that their Manhattan peers are the last great bohemians. It’s an Americentric view, but it’s gospel truth for this appealing if impressionistic time capsule.

Tara Brady

Tara Brady

Tara Brady, a contributor to The Irish Times, is a writer and film critic