MUSIC IN MANCHESTER

Tonight, the enticing conspirators at the Roadhouse invites you to another exhibition of their prescience when it comes to picking the rising crop of visiting new bands, this time with Interpol. Sorry, Simian, I thought you were on at a later time, but the "Sold Out" notices have gone up on the door and, shock, horror, even a temporary crash barrier has been erected in front of the stage.

Yet this has not allowed the intimacy of the venue to be compromised, and tonight the sweaty, cramped punters who strain from every nook and cranny in the place, are not disappointed by the wares on display. The intensity of the guitars and voice, occasionally supplemented and complemented by keyboards seemingly reflects a pent up tension that is straining to be unleashed

No screaming, plaintive vocals that are lashed out from behind a flailing microphone stand, whilst as maelstrom of split kicks and jumps is enacted by the bands co-conspirators. The 5 piece can just about fit on the stage, yet the tightness & restrictions of the venue seem ideally to match the sound of them trying to dispatch a series of songs that will release their frustrations.

A reference point, that's what everyone wants isn't it. Well, tinges of New Order & Joy Division have been previously mooted, though for me I though there was more of a Chameleons feel, but everything they do is stamped with their own identity and style of carrying things out. If you want more clues them get off your arses and go see them yourselves.

But it ain't all a blackness to match the colour of their shirts & strides; there is a warm & intimate undercurrent running throughout the songs.

Maybe when the current rush for all things loud and violent has subsided, the hunger sated and palates have become bored, the collective focus will be on something more substantial, something more Interpol

www.interpolny.com

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