Here's another face of New York in 2000: The Walkmen.
This is their first album and the sound has the influence of the scene they live in. Certain notes remind one of Interpol, certain segments may recall Calla, yet their music remains independent. They have a dark sense alienated by rarefied atmospheres; they play clean, spontaneous, almost as if they had their heads in the clouds.
Each track struck me for the precision of the divinely arranged individual sounds; the voice blends sublimely with the piano and organ that features in much of the album ("The Blizzard of 96", "Stop Talking" and "Roll Down the Line" etc.); the drum punctuates the complex melodies, sometimes refined, full of moods.
The most "driven" songs are of a good level, but the peak of the CD is reached with That's the Punch Line...
It will take several listens to frame and understand this work that does not have the same immediacy of its New York cousins... Best listened to in silence, with headphones glued to your ears (and once again the cover art is amazing…)
Eventually, everything passes, especially the people who pretended.
For me, it marks the tragedy of the limits of age, ears, neural connections. It’s so beautiful it hides from my understanding.