Years ago, a friend of mine confessed to me that he had discovered "the best album in the history of rock" after reading a review.
It was the first record by these guys.
Some time later, I asked him for his opinion on a song (from the first album by these).
After a minute, he shuddered in disgust, saying to put something else on.
Months went by.
I played a song by Franz Ferdinand, and he mistook them for Interpol, singing their praises.
This briefly explains the Interpol phenomenon that applies to Franz Ferdinand, The Killers, The Strokes, and the like, with the difference that Interpol boasts a sort of magical aura built up by countless 5-star reviews and takes themselves far too seriously in relation to what they offer.
Overrated to an unbelievable extent.
Musically, they are the antechamber of the death of creativity.
They redeem themselves with decent compositional technique and the technical skills of the guitarist and drummer.
Lyrics on the verge of parody, yet the guy seems to take himself seriously.
One of those usual faux-alternative phenomena painted in dark tones (but where, when the lyrics are laughable themselves?) and pseudo-intellectual indie bands served up to masses of fakes who want to give themselves a tone with the first made-in-USA phenomenon overhyped to the extreme.
The rebellious hairstyle, the black glasses, and the black outfit are the indispensable fashion and sexy touches for the operation.
Trite and overdone themes (they’ve carried the same old story from the first record across all the others).
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