No Doubt / Photo by MARC HOM

"We need this sooo badly," says Gwen Stefani in the perpetually questioning accent of a native Cali girl. "We've been in a drought for, like, years." She's talking about the rain currently pelting the greater Los Angeles area. Presumably.

On an early March afternoon, the platinum blonde singer, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail, is looking through the kitchen window of the recording studio where she and bandmates Tony Kanal, Tom Dumont, and Adrian Young have been working on a cover of Adam and the Ants' "Stand and Deliver." It's the first music they've recorded together in half a decade.

Stefani wraps her long, thin fingers with shiny, French-manicured nails around a mug of PG Tips tea. Her calf-length boots, loose slacks, and turtleneck are all black. "You get desperate trying to write new songs," she says. "Then the opportunity to sing this one came up, and now we're going on tour -- it's like I got out of doing my homework!"

Five years since their last tour, eight years since their last studio album -- the triple-platinum pop-dancehall hybrid Rock Steady -- and a seeming lifetime since Stefani became a solo megastar and fashion mogul, she and the boys are re-upping for a 52-date North American safari. If the jaunt goes as well as the band hopes, it should yield a new album. But if the limp economy (though early indicators suggest strong ticket sales) and time apart from fans prove an insurmountable buzzkill? "We can't think about that shit," says Kanal. "We have to focus on what we're doing."

Right now, that means Antmusic. A few hours after Stefani's rainy-day ruminating, the four old friends and producer Mark "Spike" Stent are assembled in the Hollywood studio, assuming playback position -- eyes on the ground, heads bobbing in time to the music. The quartet will mime "Stand and Deliver" for an upcoming appearance on Gossip Girl, whose 18 to 34, predominantly female demo just so happens to be the same consumer group whose pop-culture radar very likely has a Gwen-shaped blip where No Doubt used to be.

For her part, Stefani is no great fan of the show. "[Gossip Girl is] totally the kind of thing I would watch," she says apologetically, "but if the choice is between sleeping and watching TV, then I'm going to sleep."

The track is far from finished. Horns will be rearranged. Backing vocals will be tinkered with. The mix will be tweaked. But even in rough shape, No Doubt sound pretty much the same as you remember. At 39, Stefani's vocal style remains girlishly brash. Dumont, 41, is still a guitarist adept at layering pop sheen and metal crunch. Drummer Young, 39, and bassist Kanal, 38, have retained their gift for shining skank onto even the straightest rock beats, as well as for razzing one another.

"Hey, Adrian, how much did you pay Spike to make your drums so loud?" asks Kanal, looking up from the sofa in the dimly lit studio.

"I didn't pay him anything," says Young, his head clean shaven except for a long mohawk that's slicked straight back and dyed bright red. "I just gave him a pee-pee rub."

"That reminds me," says the tall, faux-hawked Dumont, "I gotta stop at an ATM later."