THE DARKNESS Show of hands: who here misses the days of extended guitar solos, striped leotards, falsetto vocals and songs demanding, "Get your hands off my woman"? Yeah, me too. The Darkness is here to put that hickey back on your neck, fire up the Camaro and party down at the nearest parking lot like it's 1979. Is the band for real? Yes. Does it rock? Yes. Is it hard to get around the multiple-octave range that Justin Hawkins is ripping in every song? Well, a little, but the band is gaining speed here in the States after selling more than a million copies of "Permission to Land" (Atlantic) in its native Britain. I'll take the Darkness over those whiny emo bands any day. At least they're getting chicks.