You hear your Austin Music Minute maven declare that Interpol is one of her favorite bands ever, and of course it’s not surprising. Black-clad, moody, broody, damn good dose of gloomy foreboding something-something, Turn On the Bright Lights front to back, “…you go stabbing/yourself/in the neck” delirium, and why yes, it all makes sense. What bliss! In a murderous kind of way, maybe.
Interpol’s sixth studio album, Marauder, is another jolt of delight for this black-wardrobe Interpol fan, but imagine that embrace of darkness paired with this sheer maddening glee over life’s unpredictability. Marauder feels like…Interpol as mad scientists guzzling every concoction they’ve created in their beakers and lab flasks and just going with the ensuing insanity. It’s a twist of precision and dementia. Word is that, when Interpol was still working on this album, they got kicked out of the rehearsal space they borrowed from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs by the police for being too rowdy. Sign. Me. Up.
So very recommended.
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