2004
I hear ‘Antics’ by Interpol for the first time. ‘This is cool,’ I think. ‘Very cool. Look at how black the cover is. The music is so smooth and dramatic. This is very cool,’ I think.
2005
I hear ‘Antics’ again. I also hear ‘Turn On The Bright Lights’ for the first time. ‘This isn’t as good as I remembered,’ I think to myself. ‘This is pretty boring actually. This is very boring. And so dark. I’m going to listen to Franz Ferdinand, they are cool.’
2007
I hear ‘Our Love to Admire. I notice that the cover is bright and brutal and not at all monotone. The same is true of the music. ‘This is more like it,’ I think. ‘This sounds bigger and better. This is decent. They’ve won me back.’
I see Interpol live. I’m bored. I stand, staring at my feet, staring at a grey sky, staring at a motionless guitarist. It’s all the same. I walk away, bored, they watch me leave, even more bored than I am. I listen to ‘Our Love To Admire’ again and retract my previous statements about it being their best album yet. It’s not. It’s actually pretty useless.
2009
I hear ‘Obstacle 1’ whilst my MP3 player is on shuffle. I really get into it. I listen to ‘Evi’l and ‘Public Pervert’ and ‘C’mere’ and NYC. Time apart has been good for us. We are friends again.
July 2010
I hear ‘Lights’, my first glimpse at Interpol’s fourth album. ‘Is that it?’ I ask myself. Later on I hear ‘Barricade’, first single proper. ‘This is excellent. very energetic’. I see them perform it on some tv show. ‘They look old,’ I think. ‘How old are they now?’ Later on I hear that their bass player has left. He was the one that looked like a Nazi. They are in their mid-thirtees.
September 2010
I listen to ‘Interpol’ on spotify. It’s self titled and I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe it’s their last album. That wouldn’t be a bad thing, have you seen how old they look? The first song on the record is called ‘Success’. An hour later I laugh at the irony of this – ‘Interpol’ is not a success. Maybe it is in their eyes. It isn’t in mine.
Other song titles include ‘Lights’, ‘Memory Serves, ‘Safe Without.’ It’s all very vague and grandiose. I don’t notice any huge difference between this album and the last three, except two rather big differences. The first difference is that there are lots of strings. Noticable, sweeping strings. Strings that have seduced many reviewers into referring to this album as ‘cinematic.’ Actually it’s less suited for the cinema and more suited for the moody montage in House or something. ‘Blimey,’ I think halfway through Lights, ‘these songs go on forever. How much longer has this album got?’ It’s got another 28 minutes.
The second major difference between this and the other albums is the lack of ‘tunes’. You see Interpol have always loved atmosphere and mood but they’ve always had tunes as well. Not anymore they don’t. Well, they have ‘Barricade’ but that’s it. Interpol with all mood and no tunes makes Thomas a depressed man. At times during my listen I wonder if someone slipped me a sleeping pill. The album ends, at last, with a song called ‘The Undoing.’ It’s five minutes of nothing. ‘What a shame,’ I think.
Yesterday
I hear ‘Barricade’ on Radio 1. That is a tune. Maybe the album isn’t so bad after all. It probably is though. But maybe…
5/10
Tags: Barricades, Fourth Album, Interpol, review