Monday, 5 April 2010
As if from no where I woke up one day last week and thought "I want to listen to Interpol. I'm sure I have an album of theirs somewhere". Which was strange not only because I normally wake up scared and tense and also because I never really got into Interpol at any point in the past, so it wasn't like resurrecting an old favourite, more like discovering something that had originally past me by.
And I seem to have fallen into the sound that Interpol create effortlessly almost completely. Soaring, searing, adoringly harsh, cutting. Music for the precipice.
Interpol - Say Hello To The Angels [via YouSendIt for 7 days]
My hands are cold and you are warm, but that is not the only reason I want to touch you.