Interpol CD reviews [Matador]



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Interpol CD reviews [Matador]
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Sep 28, 2004, 15:52

INTERPOL Turn on the Bright Lights CD; Antics CD; live stuff from the Internet

 This review is actually culled from a burnt CD that has no names. Which is for the better when the band is pulled from the pop heap. I want anonymity so I can't be bothered with preconceptions.

The verdict: A lot of the stuff burns holes in the wall. Buy Interpol CDs. The emotional emergency even comes across as real. They portray it, and I'd doubt that their audience understands it. Fuck I doubt if the band even grasps it.

I hope that the lonely angst of this band works for the kids who read the ever uncool Rolling Stone/Spin shit, and for the already-heard-it crew as well, because Interpol are brilliant. I don't want to think they are coy and precocious prep schoolers (see Strokes) because it would hurt to find that wealth has feelings. But this is depression with a masterful blueprint of course (let's see, Unknown Pleasures, Closer, Still) and at the same time religiously original. Quite simply, it makes you feel. It transcends the ages and the callow crowd it caters to—I mean, seeing Interpol pimped on VH1 does demean it, steals its cred and even makes me want to toss it out. It doesn't help when the singer says to a reporter who is amazingly astute enough to note the Joy Division similarity: “There is a similarity in our voices.” What? There's a copy band that refuses to acknowledge the master! And dig it: Who cares? Listening is believing and the Ian Curtis affectations are a zero detractor. I never got enough of the original anyway and he meant it. And I think this fellow does too, although to relay his name means that he is a star of some sort, and of course, he is, in reality, only a smart face. The whole band reminds me of how gorgeous and sad Joy Division were and how Curtis said it in a suicide note so elegantly: “At this very moment, I just wish I were dead. I just can't cope any more.” Joy Division and Interpol can evoke that, and that makes it real. And these copycats prove that imitation is fine when you do things right. A tremendous band that transcends the trends even in spite of its ignorance and lack of courage to admit that, yea, Joy Division lived it via suicide and well, we're all too happy to see someone die for their craft. What is apparent today is that if this Interpol guy hung himself while listening to Iggy's The Idiot, as Curtis did, it would not vault him into Cobain-like iconoclasm, but send the kids to the mall to spend the pain away. It's a sign of the times. [Matador, or most of it anyway]

-Miller

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