With the Strokes still ringing in our ears, it’s about time to find something to drown them out before they become permanent. On first impression, I thought Rogue Wave’s second album would be a fair substitution, but with a closer listen it seems like the album’s not strong enough for the task. Descended Like Vultures is just another one of those interchangeable indie-rock groups that make you think of its better known predecessors. There are a few standout songs that bring up the value of an otherwise so-so album: The folksy-sweet strummings of “Salesman at the Day of the Parade” makes me crave a late summer night’s drive by the water with it playing on repeat, and “10:1” has a tantric head shaking feel that I can never get enough of. “Love’s Lost Guarantee” manages to dig its way under your skin. It’s not a bad album and definitely something to look into, but in the meantime I’m still searching for something to get “Last Nite” out of my head.