Part 11 - Antics - Interpol (2004, Matador)
This album acts like a window into a different time for me. Listening to it, inevitably, invariably, calls to mind the gym at EMU. I can smell the equipment and sweat, I can feel the pull at arms and legs from working out (that's pure memory I assure you, Hypatia's Girl might be angry, but she's also hella outta shape). That this music is so evocative of that particular place, that particular time is especially weird, because I could only have heard it on the radio or on those godforsaken MTVU channels at the gym. (Part of the memory is that creepy marionette music video). Maybe I heard it once or twice while actually at the gym, however it is now inextricable from my memory of the gym. Memory is endlessly weird.
It's kind of weird to listen to an album with such a particular memory, right now, because I'm currently working on some thoughts regarding cycles and spirals of time. (I was also listening to Antics while driving up to EMU again . . .)
Given that the memory that this album recalls a relatively good memory, it's difficult for me not to like it. Yes, each song sounds pretty much like every other song. But that one song isn't half-bad. (Although how quickly "Slow Hands" gets stuck in my head might be a mark against the whole album)
It's nice to know that I have music that holds memories that would otherwise be utterly unremarkable.
Favorite Track -"Length of Love" Just totally great.
Least Favorite - "Next Evil" didn't grab my attention at all.
next up - Apologies to the Queen Mary - Wolf Parade (2005)