Concert Review: Interpol, Aragon Ballroom, March 11
Interpol just don't cut it as mope rock. I am now twice the age I was
when I first discovered their influences, most notably the Chameleons
and Joy Division. Those early bands helped me weather the emotional
turmoil of my college years. The last time I saw Interpol, September
2003, I was mightily depressed for more adult reasons, and they didn't
alleviate my misery.
But I was in a better frame of mind during their show last Friday
night, and it all worked. Their lyrical vagueness didn't matter, nor
that Antics doesn't break
much new ground from Turn on the
Bright Lights. Musically, they were strong, and bassist Carlos
D. provided the rock star wardrobe and moves. He's also found an
effective styling product so that he's no longer fussing with his hair
between songs. It all just washed over me.