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Drowned in Sound

Interpol

Interpol
Lineup: Interpol
Date: 09/07/2008

Interpol seem to be a real hit and miss live band. Prior to tonight, DiS's experiences have ranged from the good (Sheffield, 2005), the bad (Leeds Festival, 2007) and the absolutely shit-awful (Hove Festival, 2007). The problem has never been the tunes - spread across three albums, they have many - but more the attitude of the guys playing them.

At Hove, particularly, they appeared utterly disinterested, and their damp squib of a performance spoke for itself. "We don't give a damn," it said, "we're getting paid to be here, and we don't care whether you like it or not." Moody, some might argue, fits with the music but an enjoyable show it does not make. There's a balance to be struck, and it's one that's eluded them in the past.

Tonight, thankfully, is different. The NYC quartet seem almost jovial, particularly guitarist Daniel Kessler - always the most animated - and Banks even smiles when eager fans beg for a rendition of 'Obstacle 2', which they duly deliver. But it's the material taken from that album, Turn On The Bright Lights, and its follow-up, Antics, that offers by far the biggest thrills this evening - and that's our only gripe.

It's not even because those songs are more familiar, or have more memories associated with them, than the stuff from third LP Our Love To Admire - in this writer's opinion, it's because those songs are just plain better. For most bands, a record like OLTA wouldn't be a disaster - and it isn't for Interpol either - but the problem it's left them with is that their latest material just doesn't excite to the same extent as the early stuff.

Even the diehards at the front seem to be treading proverbial water during the likes of 'Pioneer To The Falls' and 'Rest My Chemistry' - particularly in comparison to their reactions to 'Obstacle 1', 'Roland' and, obviously, 'Slow Hands'. The band, too, seem to exert themselves more on the older stuff - 'Not Even Jail', for instance, turns into an extended wig-out (of the good variety), while 'Evil' sees even the middle-aged Fred Perry in front of us lose himself in the music, such is its magnificence.

More of that on the fourth record, please, but, for now, chalk down another hit.