Interpol--Antics - 1370°C
Oct. 13th, 2004
04:13 pm - Interpol--Antics
i first heard Interpol in a used/new record store in Minnesota called Cheapo. i remember thinking "who is channeling the spirit of Ian Curtis?" i overcame my general fear of talking both to strangers and anyone working in a shop in order to ask who the band was and then bought their first album, Turn on the Bright Lights, on the spot.
when i went out to spend Too Many Euros (TM) on Antics, i was very excited about it, but my excitement flagged fairly immediately when i heard the first track, Next Exit. too rock-y, i thought, too much trying to be the Strokes without the lovely element of darkness that made me like Interpol in the first place. the bad news is, that this album isn't as good as Turn on the Bright Lights by any stretch of imagination. the good news is that Next Exit is easily the worst song on the album, and many of the other tracks have moments of sheer brilliance.
lyrically, the album makes very little sense--nothing like the elaborate and heart-wrenching stories told by The Postal Service--but much like Beborn Beton, sometimes a line or a phrase sticks out hauntingly. a small sampling of the bits i think are nicest:
"you're weightless, semi-erotic,
you need someone to take you there"
"You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you
Can you see what you've done to my heart
This is a wasteland now"
"I am the scavenger"
"Rosemary, heaven restores you in life"
the exceptions to this are Public Pervert and C'mere, which have wonderful lyrics overall.
music-wise, pay particular attention to Evil, Slow Hands, Not Even Jail, Length of Love (the two most Joy Division sounding ones of the bunch), and Public Pervert.
definitely a recommended album for Interpol fans, but if you've not yet found Turn on the Bright Lights, seek that one first.