{"id":701,"date":"2007-07-10T10:32:06","date_gmt":"2007-07-10T14:32:06","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2007-07-10T12:24:56","modified_gmt":"2007-07-10T12:24:56","slug":"minute-by-minute-review-interpol-lemgour","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/minute-by-minute-review-interpol-lemgour\/","title":{"rendered":"Minute-by-Minute Review: Interpol, Our Love to Admire<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"
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If you stream over to Phawker.com<\/strong><\/a> you can check out the new Interpol<\/strong> CD, Our Love to Admire<\/em>. I’m about to do that myself, and while I’m there, I’ll post a minute-by-minute live review…from the gut! Let’s log in, kick back, and see what this year’s ambition-driven variations on the Joy Division sound bring.<\/p>\n

The album begins with the mournful “Pioneer Falls”<\/strong>, which has an Echo and the Bunnymen via The Doors sound. The song is kind of pretty, and it would be a lot prettier if I were a 17-year-old girl looking to escape my middle-class, small-town, relative hell. As it is, I think I’ll let the gray show in my rapidly thinning hair.<\/p>\n

“No I in Threesome”<\/strong> makes a bid for the basis of the next James Toback<\/a><\/strong> film and picks up the pace a bit, with a pounding piano and drum beat. This is the scene when I come back to my empty dorm room, throw myself onto the bed, and let the eyeliner run down my cheek.<\/p>\n

As “Scale”<\/strong> kicks in, I’m wishing this band really would begin sounding like Joy Division already. There’s a lot of stentorian self-analyses going on, but it’s more of the goth power ballad<\/strong> variety than the throbbing, grating soundtrack of Ian Curtis’ life. More power to these guys for staying alive, don’t get me wrong, but so far I’m bored.<\/p>\n

Here’s an upbeat number, “Heinrich Maneuver”<\/strong>! It’s got all those angular guitars and syncopated beats, just right for adjusting that lock of hair to just the right angle across your forehead. I’m gonna call up my friends and see what’s doing! Ooh, there’s a dead stop right before the chorus comes back in. I haven’t heard such joyous gloom since Psychedelic Furs<\/strong>‘ “Love My Way”. <\/p>\n

“Mammoth”<\/strong> opens with a vaguely threatening, slightly sexual four-on-the-floor beat and repeated chants of “spare me the suspense.” [Cut to the “bad boy” my innocent freshman character is about to meet up with.]<\/em> If you don’t mind, I’m going to drop the narrative for a minute and simply enjoy the relative abandon of this song. Nice.
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