Interpol, Our Love To Admire
Capitol Records, 2007
Interpol’s lyricist wonders if there is an onomatopoeia for the smoldering moans of tight-suited ennui.
But if Paul Banks can’t sigh it out I’m sure Kessler’s molasses strum will light all the black candles in your indie garage rock goth grotto. Our Love To Admire, a decidedly more atmospheric effort than Antics, will surprise listeners who snatch it up on the wings of its heavy FNX rotation “The Heinrich Maneuver.” Which is not to say that the chop guitars and thrumming bass of their lead single don’t poke in and out of the disc; it just takes half an album to find them. Let me say that Interpol is not Joy Division, and they don’t sound like them either. The allusions to the seminal post-punkers deny both the monastically restrained production that Martin Hannett stamped onto JD and that ultimately the music Curtis and co. wanted was later found in New Order. Interpol, especially on Our Love, isn’t seeking the electro wave of “Blue Monday” and while their beats and signatures may echo the taut passion of Unknown Pleasures they inevitably break out into glorious bridges, choruses and beat drops that reward us with their gusto.
Our Love to Admire takes off midway through with “Pace is the Trick” and “All Fired Up” and the crashing waves of an up-tempo Low and Songs: Ohia-esque somber-sweet phrases groaned over them. They’ve cribbed a patch of style here and there but the quilt that has resulted is its own snowflake. A — Glenn Given