I recently became obsessed with the band The National. They are so much more refreshing than anything else out there. Their newest album, Boxer, is a startling departure from the drab indie rock world where Ben Gibbard whines from atop his throne. The lead singer's voice reminds me of the guy from Interpol, but with a much more deeper, melancholy feel. The lyrics are smart, romantic, dirty: they are New York without once mentioning the city. They are beauty and ugliness rolled into one. The melodies are catchy and sad. This is the kind of music my bones, my blood, my sinews are made up of. So really, listen. I don't think you'll be disappointed.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Culture Club
I recently became obsessed with the band The National. They are so much more refreshing than anything else out there. Their newest album, Boxer, is a startling departure from the drab indie rock world where Ben Gibbard whines from atop his throne. The lead singer's voice reminds me of the guy from Interpol, but with a much more deeper, melancholy feel. The lyrics are smart, romantic, dirty: they are New York without once mentioning the city. They are beauty and ugliness rolled into one. The melodies are catchy and sad. This is the kind of music my bones, my blood, my sinews are made up of. So really, listen. I don't think you'll be disappointed.
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