I’m obsessed. It’s not unusual, because I became obsessed with their previous two albums, too. There is simply something so cultish about their sound; it slips into my veins and stays there. And it never gets old.
Every evening since I first got the new album, I have lain on my back, barely comatose and let the ominous, hypnotic sleaze of this song boom into my life.
Best listened to LOUD. Lie down on the floor, close your eyes, and let the darkness sleek into the narrowness of your veins.
And then go out and buy the album. Interpol, by Interpol.