When Interpol's Turn On The Bright Lights reached the west coast in something like 2001, I was living in Mid-Wilshire's Gaylord Hotel. What unknown subdued pleasure that offered.
A great friend eventually borrowed Turn On The Bright Lights, probably didn't listen to it much on the CD player in the cab of his mini truck while going up the 405 to see his girlfriend and eventually never returned it. That first record is a pretty great one still, out of context, and at the time loved their doom-laden audacity, the strong sense that the sum of all of the parts actually made something far greater far more jagged far more hesitant far more blooming and booming and melodic than mere instruments that just got along to go along could ever ever could.
A career followed Turn On The Bright Lights for Interpol. Major label dahlings momentarily. Then those Diminishing Returns. Bandmates lost along the way and then, then The legacy artist bit I'd say, with the What Anniversary Is It Anyways repackaged Re-Issues and taking that show on the road but at least we have more than one suit each for the tour. And now... And now Marauder...
hear that... all wizzard all the time
Marauder is Interpol's sixth album is 18 years. And it's good to hear their distinctly idiosyncratic version of rocknroll again. Definitely not dad rock. The first single from the album is the great, rapid heartbeat, anxiety attack, The Rover, and Good God Almighty does that sound like Roy Wood's Wizzard concocting See My Baby Jive in 1972 in his garage with one hand, while applying the pancake make up with his other, reflected in a cracked mirror, or something. That. Exciting. That much dampness battling the speakers spikiness. Oh Wow!
And then you've got the rest of the record which I'll get to when I stop putting the needle back into the Rover's groove... Interpol Instrumentation - Check. Obtuse Guitars, fractal drum patterns, dirty low down lumbering basslines, funny Leonard Cohen lyrics with a dash enough of decadence to make you feel your life is missing something and that is a good thing for you maybe.
I know you don't need outsideleft for your music tips too much. But this is a good one. Stream it and see.
Interpol - Marauder on Amazon
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