Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Discomfort In Lower Abdomen, Thigh And Testicles

Exploding Head (A Place To Bury Strangers, 2009)



Early: skeptical. Because unlike almost everyone I missed the first, logically (I pay too much attention to news is that) I ask naively. The seller (tastes pretty sure I discovered Fugazi, the Gun Club and 16 Horsepower with him) said Interpol, I see vaguely eighties revival opportunistic sauce Joy Div '& consort, all that stuff really well damn to XX, but really super insipid, that sells us with zeal, but that does not make me raise my own small (my little zealous).

Listening: tubesque already is, not as Interpol. Then it has nothing to do with Interpol, or very little. The sound is not original (dissonance, bass Peter Hook), but envelope right away and there is good. Not suit either, just a T-shirt Jesus & Mary Chain ironed with love by Mom. The singer does nothing, but it is necessary (there actually I was trying to make a sentence that makes you want - you will forgive me). Brief kiffage almost full on first listen.

In fact it is very stupid to summarize: the great cold wave bittersweet, adult, gritty, racy, with a name enough class and a pouch for the hair style. Not as enjoyable as the last zZz, but after a few listens I think it will move no further.