“Interpol seemed to burst from the forehead of David Bowie circa 2001, a New Wave nightmare come true: glittery goth guitars, an animal-nitrate rhythm section, Paul Banks’ brilliantly idiotic poetry and the funniest gay-bullfighter fashion crimes since Bryan Ferry discovered capri pants. These days, the night-crawling New York boys are sounding a lot like R.E.M., […]”
“After the tight, familiar turns of 2004's Antics and a major label deal, these dapper NYC rockers' lofty aspirations are finally kicking in. Horns, extended outros, strings, an oboe, and album art featuring more than three colors-- welcome to the new world of Interpol.”
