someone tried to convince me that interpol was clever, charming even, but i can't help but think i'd rather listen to the cure or the smiths. the lead singer's four-note range and endless babble over weird, almost U2 guitar haze is novel until two songs in, when you realize, 'hey, this guy really can't sing.' and, listening to his lyrics, maybe he shouldn't. ' the subway, she is a porno.' no. the subway is transit and your voice is a lead weight on my head.

today, against my rebellion against troubleman (follow?) i picked up the milky wimpshake and loved it entirely from almost the first second. well, i like television personalities and sarcasm and self-depricating/secretly egotistical indie-pop only when it comes out of the undertones/dirty punk and leftist university-isms so how could i not? makes me want to fire up the four-track and start a hand-stitched fanzine.

listening to the zombies still like a disease. the route of all true indie pop is not the beatles, but them with their tireless attention to the backspin, to sentimental reflection and weirdly dusty melodies strung over warm walking/soul-fueled bass lines. time of the season is such an afterthought, it is the best argument for not trusting oldies radio. who ever did?