It’s difficult to overstate how badly rock sucked 10 years ago. Does the name Crazy Town mean anything to you? Vertical Horizon? Mudvayne? Do you still gag at the words “I did it all for the nookie”? Radio and MTV were swamped with major-label rap-metal dipshits in baggy shorts. But savage young bands came to crash the party, from Detroit’s White Stripes to Sweden’s Hives, plus New York’s Strokes, Interpol, and the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s. Radio wouldn’t touch them with Fred Durst’s 10-foot pole, but they kicked in the door with sex, sweat, and guitar noise. Now these were unabashed rock stars. Our long national Durst-mare was over.