How do you guys feel about the new Interpol album?
Here's how I feel--some interesting things happening with the music & the Paul Banks' vocals, but wow, are the lyrics bad.
The good:
It seems like Paul Bank's vocals are no longer all "listen to my really good Ian Curtis impression!" He seems to actually sing now, instead of...intone. The music also seems less "Listen to my martial beats & moody guitars a-la Joy Divison!" Unfortunately, some songs are entering sweeping power ballad land. Not good.
The bad:
I don't even want to talk about a song called "there's no I in threesome". I just imagine some slimy bastard saying that to me--"Hey baby, don't be so selfish, there's no I in threesome!".
It seems that the songwriter (I'm assuming Banks) has had some disastrous romantic relationship with a beautiful actress type, because all of these songs seem to be a critique of that "type"--which doesn't really work when the narrator/singer/speaker seems equally shallow (see "there's no I in threesome"). Still, I like the unity of subject.
But I actually like "Heimlich Maneuver", despite the cheesiness of it ("How are things on the west coast/you wear those shoes like a dove"????). I like songs about glamorous, shallow people complaining about the shallowness of other glamorous, shallow people. This is why I like F. Scott Fitzgerald so much. Ditto for "Pace is the Trick" and "Rest my Chemistry".
Edit: Maybe this struggle between being attracted to the glamorous & shallow & hating that part of yourself is what I'm sensing in the album. That would be a great subject matter. That's sort of Fitzgerald's thing too.
But anyways, it's a decent album with a few fun songs. A let down from Antics, for me, but maybe they will bounce back with the next one. I think they need to embrace the whole trashy/glittery/complaining-about-fame-&-beauty theme overtly & not pretend with terrible lyrics about teenager angsty sadness. Just wallow in the glitter.
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I have a poem in Ocho #10:
http://stores.lulu.com/mipoThe title of this poem is a line from a Patti Smith song. It's an Oulipo n+7 thingy.
Lots of good poems in this issue.
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