To paraphrase High Fidelity, these sharp-dressed Scots know that style ain't just about what you're like, but what you like—whether finely tailored suits, fine food (read singer Alex Kapranos' 2006 foodie travelogue, Sound Bites), or fine art. Their debut made an ideal soundtrack for the heady (and Hedi) days of early '04, and we expect the same from their next album, due in January. (Bonus fact: They're named after the most stylish assassinated archduke of the 1910s.)
We suspect that singer Britt Daniel (front, center) wouldn't know Raf Simons from Gene Simmons, but the guy (and his Austin-based bandmates) knows a thing or two about clean, well-tailored style. Credit the group's fondness for upgrading the indie-rock basics: Think leather boots (not sneakers), well-cut trousers (not jeans), and shirts with collars (not T-shirts). In fact, that last one is such a sticking point that Daniel famously refuses to be photographed in a tee.
Let's face it: These guys' half-serious, half-jokey Graceland-inflected world pop would be pretty darn annoying if it weren't so well executed. Same goes for their clothes. While their sound is all anthro-class Soweto, their look is vintage St. Paul's: rep ties and shawl-collar sweaters, oxford-cloth button-downs, and beat-up Barbour coats. Not very rock 'n' roll, admittedly, but walk down any block in Williamsburg or Silver Lake, and you'll see they've struck a chord.
His other band's music may be better, but with these guys Jack White (second from right) at least dresses like a normal person—a normal person with a thing for well-tailored workwear, anyway. His bandmate Brendan Benson (kneeling), meanwhile, pairs the occasional contrast-collar shirt with smart blazers and jeans. As for bassist Jack Lawrence (far left) and Patrick Keeler (far right), when they're not telling sonic tales with the Raconteurs, they split their time with the equally stylish (and underrated) Ohio group the Greenhornes.
Given this band consists of one cousin and three brothers from the Followill clan of Tennessee, we can only draw one conclusion: Followill père must be the sharpest-dressed retired preacher in the South. The guys, who churn out old-school riffs while wearing smart suits, leather jackets, and the occasional trench, have shown signs of maturity by shedding their hirsute locks, but fear not: Their latest album still includes a Zep-worthy ode to good times called "Sex on Fire." (No word on what Rev. Followill has to say about that.)
You've got to hand it to Pete Doherty for the way he exudes Keith Richards–style panache without the Keith Richards–worthy pirate uniform. (The Keith Richards–style drug intake is another matter.) As for the rest of the group, well, they've yet to catch the eye of Kate Moss, but they don't dress too shabbily, either—even when they're pulling faces.
A name like the Cool Kids tempts comeuppance, but Antoine Reed and Evan Ingersoll have enough swagger to make even cynics like us believe. Their sound recalls hip-hop's golden age (think Eric B. and Rakim or Run-DMC) without merely parroting, and their look does likewise. (Not that we're recommending anyone try this at home.)
Justice is meant to be blind, but there's little doubt that Gaspard Augé and Xavier de Rosnay spend more than a little time in front of a mirror. (Not that there's anything wrong with that.) The duo's ever-present leather jackets inspired their frères at Surface2Air to have them codesign a capsule collection earlier this year. Kris Van Assche is also a fan, having tapped the pair to score his S/S 2009 show for Dior Homme. (Listen here.) But the Frenchmen appreciate the cheaper side of fashion, too. Case in point: The video for their anthem "D.A.N.C.E.," a worshipful tribute to the T-shirt.
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