The Strokes are together again! All it took was some soul-searching, fence-mending, and a liberal definition of the word "together."Sloane Crosley gets the skinny on their cathartic new album. [Magazine Excerpt] ALBERT Somewhere between Otisville Correctional Facility and Albert Hammond Jr.'s house in Port Jervis, New York, I see a deer explode on the side of the highway. She makes a go of crossing, a car slams into her, and that's that. I gasp and look around, but there is no one on this train but me. Because Hammond, one-fifth of the band credited with nothing less than rescuing rock and defining postmillennial downtown cool a decade ago, has gone country. Port Jervis is the last stop. "I just saw a dead deer on the train," are my first words to Hammond when he picks me up in his snow-beaten late-model BMW.