The Interpol's debut is a great one, and perhaps we couldn't have expected such a beautiful album unless we knew the coordinates of this group: four guys from New York (not a random place) attracted to the '80s sound of artists like Smiths, Joy Division, and Television (not three random bands) no less than the '00s vibe of fellow New Yorkers Strokes.
And then a stunning cover.

Upon listening, I was captivated. The reference to Joy Division is inevitable, starting with the voice and that dark sense that captivates all the songs, even the more upbeat ones (Obstacle 1, PDA).
The guitars and basses bear the weight of a heavy background, as is the New York tradition; nevertheless, Interpol manages to construct extremely refined melodies.

It is indeed in the ballads that the album reaches its peak. The initial Untitled evokes England, while NYC, a massive tribute to their city, seems written under the twin towers, as they slowly collapse. Hands Away is an author's pop, with a chilling crescendo.
But the piece that makes the difference is the story of Stella, sweet, melancholic, decadent, to be loved for a lifetime.

Make sure to have this album, and you'll never part from it. It's in a fight with Notwist for the best album of the year. A desert island album.

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