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For its first instalment the ‘Printemps des Inrocks’ mini festival proposes quite an exceptional event as we are celebrating the return on stage of New York’s finest, Interpol.
This is a one-off show in France and certainly a rare occurrence in Europe, offered as a prelude to their eagerly awaited next album, ‘Our Love To Admire’.
These kinds of events, this one organised by the French music magazine Les Inrockuptibles, are very often viewed as public relations, promotional get together for journalists and the microcosm that are Indie labels, casually chatting among themselves, barely paying attention to the action on stage, but tonight is different as many genuine fans are present to warmly welcome the band who will stay in the bluish half darkness of the Cabaret Sauvage’s stage.
This venue, a little bijou, is the ideal place to see this kind of band, more used to being watched by a thousand people. |
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Interpol
Le Cabaret Sauvage, Paris, 10.5.07
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The quartet starts with a new song, “Pioneer”, quite dark and rather slow. Paul Banks’ voice is accurate, intense, deep and beautiful. Daniel Kessler’s guitar, cutting and mechanical hypnotises us often with high notes, like a pole threatening to penetrate your skull.
Theatrical Carlos Dengler’s bass and Sam Fogarino’s drumming grab our guts and incessantly shake us to the core.
In that manner Interpol deliver a dozen of perfectly chiselled jewels, all powerful and contrasting.
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Numbers lifted from the first album are revelled with a new found control and vigour, the ones from ‘Antics’ take us back to the pleasant depression we found ourselves in with this superb album, and the three or four new tracks suggest that the next opus will not disappoint.
Powerful, cold, often unstructured and moving.
Interpol is also a well researched and put together look and attitude.
Classy, notably for Mr Kessler and Mr Dengler and his “XIX century bourgeois” attire of pencil moustache and waistcoat-jacket-tie combo.
Both adopt various poses very “Vogue”, guitars behind their heads, heads pulled back, sultry looks, penetrative stare...leaving us to think that they have retained some sense of humour and a good dose of auto derision. However Paul Banks, dressed in black and against the light stays discreet, almost shying away despite the fact that he occupies the centre of the stage.
The show stops abruptly after a short forty five minutes and without an encore. As the public is refusing to leave the premises, it is announced that the band would love to come back but the singer is worried about his voice. We walk away a little shaken, moved and wanting more but not without having a last beer with the journalists and producers present.
Words, videos & photos: Leo Poli
www.interpolnyc.com
www.myspace.com/interpol |
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