Interpol, reviewed!!!

i went to see Interpol last night at my least favourite venue in the world, but i guess Paul Banks disagrees. “this is a cool room. we’ve played here before. i fucking love this room.”

Liars opened. i kept going back and forth between, “these guys fucking suck,” and “these guys are insanely fucking awesome.” they reminded me of a cross between Politefully Plump and The Jesus and Mary Chain. (that could be a lie.)

i saw Interpol at lollapalooza last month, and they fucking blew my ass off. although, i couldn’t say for sure that they were as awesome as they appeared to be due to the fact that i was trashed and delirious from the exhaustion of 20+ hours of heat and rockin/ass-shakin crammed into just a day and half. i saw them again last night and i was as sober as young boy who just dodged a sexual advance from his priest, and i can now say without a doubt, interpol is fucking amazing. i realize that using the word “amazing” makes me sound like a highschool girl who spent the show fantasizing about blowing Carlos D, but i am no word guy. i’m just a blogger hack who uses a lot of bad metaphors and similes. and they were fucking amazing. say hello to the angels and stella were both highlights. if you live in hotlanta, i don’t know wtf ur doing reading my blog, but you should go see Interpol this friday at a venue that is actually worth a shit.