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Notes From Underground
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A few months from now, it seems likely that Franz Ferdinand, the Glasgow-based rock band that's hotter this second than a Paris Hilton download, will travel from gig to gig via a record company's limousine. But for now, the quartet seems content to carry their own guitars on the London Underground. On a January afternoon, they boarded in north London, stumbling through the barriers with kit and overnight bags like well-equipped buskers. A few stops down the line and Franz Ferdinand no relation to the assassinated Archduke emerges on a rainy Charing Cross Road in the city center. It...