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