
web site :: myspace It's easy to imagine the dark, brooding sounds of bands like Interpol and The National being fostered in the the burrows of New York city. The energy that pulses through the city transfers easily into the undercurrents of the songs. The misery, solitude and doubt that hides in the dark corners of NYC are contrasted by the heightened highs of the city that never sleeps, and replicated in song by the seismic, rapid fire percussion and ragged, intensity both bands produce. But when you [...]