Second from rapidly rising NY stars
With Turn On The Bright Lights, Interpol seemed to be the darker, more mysterious NYC band you could like without feeling you were victim of a massive media snowball. Then suddenly the secret burst; their seven-moodswing army of fans is now heated and vast. And about to expand further. This sophomore effort’s just as angular and intense ?what used to be known as ‘a real grower’. If you’re old enough to recall Television, The Sound and Comsat Angels, you’ll experience powerful flashbacks. If not, you’ll believe the ‘Pol have descended to Earth as fully-formed broody gothic Jesuses with a taste for nocturnal sin. Either way, this is cut to perfection: exhilarating, morbid, romantic, cool.