BY Rob Sheffield | September 9, 2014
Interpol angle alpine a part of the New York guitar acts that blew up in the aboriginal 2000s, aback if bedrock admirers watched bands through plumes of cigarette smoke instead of through phones. They hit the arena active with two abstract of night-prowling action – 2002's Turn on the Bright Lights and 2004's Antics. El Pintor is their aboriginal in four years, as able-bodied as their aboriginal after bassist/fashion plate/holster archetypal Carlos D. But Interpol still accept a adept blow with their abundantly adventurous guitar fantasies: Daniel Kessler rings the angelus in his six-string cathedral, while Paul Banks circuit up addition album's account of afflicted ladies to sing about.
The mix on El Pintor is a synth-heavy bank of reverb, which agency Banks generally sounds like he's singing from central an ice chamber. Yet there's no missing the arete of songs like "Anywhere," "My Desire" or the brownish "Ancient Ways," which sounds like an angled acknowledgment to Rush's 2112. ("Fuck the age-old ways," indeed.) But if any song sums up what makes El Pintor great, it has to be "My Blue Supreme," one of Interpol's best ever: an atmospheric brainwork on abasement ("This affectionate of bits don't alleviate in a week") and the healing ability of guitars.
From The Archives Issue 1217: September 11, 2014
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