Artist.......: Interpol
Album........: Turn On The Bright Lights
Label........: Matador
Genre........: Rock
Catnr........: OLE 9932
Source.......: DVD
Rip.date.....: 2014-12-27
Str.date.....: 2012-12-11
Quality......: 230kbps/48.0kHz/Joint Stereo
Url..........: http://interpolnyc.com/
track title time
1. Stella was a driver and she was always down 6:07
(Live NYC NY 5.20.00)
2. Precipitate 5:25
(Live NYC NY 5.20.00)
3. Get the girls - Song 5 3:42
(Live NYC NY 5.20.00)
4. Untitled 3:42
(Live LA CA 9.19.02)
5. Obstacle 1 4:19
(Live LA CA 9.19.02)
6. Precipitate 6:32
(Live LA CA 9.19.02)
7. Roland 3:43
(Live LA CA 9.19.02)
8. Stella was a driver and she was always down 6:43
(Live LA CA 9.19.02)
9. NYC 3:46
(Video Edit)
10. PDA 3:43
(Video Edit)
11. Obstacle 1 3:17
(Video Edit)
Runtime 50:59
Size 84.37
Release Notes:
Happy New Year...
My wish for 2015... New mp3 rules with Latest LAME (for better scene rlz)
Tracks 1 > 3 : Ac3 2.0 Ch.
Tracks 4 > 8 : LPCM 2.0 Ch.
Tracks 9 > 11 : Ac3 2.0 Ch.
One might go into a review like this one wondering how many words will pass
before Joy Division is brought up. In this case, the answer is 16. Many are too
quick to classify Interpol as mimics and lose out on discovering that little
more than an allusion is being made. The music made by both bands explores the
vast space between black and white and produces something pained, deftly
penetrating, and beautiful. Save for a couple vocal tics, that's where the
obvious parallels end. The other fleeting comparisons one can one whip up when
talking about Interpol are several -- roughly the same amount that can be
conjured when talking about any other guitar/drums/vocals band formed since the
'90s. So, sure enough, one could play the similarity game with this record all
day and bring up a pile of bands. It could be a detrimental thing to do,
especially when this record is so spellbinding and doesn't deserve to be mottled
with such bilge. However, this record is a special case; slaying the albatross
this band has been unfairly strangled by is urgent and key. Let's: there's
another Manchester band at the heart of "Say Hello to the Angels," but that
heart is bookended by a beginning and end that approaches the agitated squall of
Fugazi; the torchy, elegiac "Leif Erikson" plays out like a missing scene from
the Afghan Whigs' Gentlemen; the upper-register refrain near the close of
"Obstacle 1" channels Shudder to Think. This record is no fun at all, the
tension is rarely resolved, and -- oh no! -- it isn't exactly revolutionary,
though some new shades of gray have been discovered. But you shouldn't allow
your perception to be fogged by such considerations when someone has just done
it for you and, most importantly, when all this brilliance is waiting to
overwhelm you.