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Thought it was worth bumping this thread in light of the discussion of the band, and particularly 'Maps', which has been going on over in the Strokes thread.
I really like the somewhat impressionistic response to this song that can be found here (but the archives seem to be screwed so you'll have to scroll down):
"...that guitar, so clean, so clear, and the crisp sound of the drums, a ten years late "fuck you" to grunge wanting purity through eating dirt, and her voice, as a solitary tear slides, almost unseen, down her cheek and she gives water to the dead, the dead relationship and she doesn't understand how it could be over... Her voice, the voice of the universe in slow torturous heat death, spinning slowly back to oblivion in the blak hole at the centre of creation, how could we possibly choose oblivion over her? Because they can't love us like she loves us. This is the language of the twenty-first century, bewilderment, pain, loss. "How can they hate us so much?" recast as the breakdown of a love affair...
This from a member of the board who admits they weren't too fond of the band before, so anyone who thought this song would win people round had a point... |
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