“I am trying to be heroic in an age of modernity.” The soup, meat, vegetables, potatoes and dessert all fall into place as this Friday meal enters a symphony of flavors. The first minute is an introduction into the psyche of the singer, then the drummer takes me through some spherical motions as the singer streams a vision through my mind and then the guitar player grabs my spirit and flings it to the other side of the universe as the drummer continues the pounding through the orbs I’m swaying beyond. “East London is a vampire/it sucks the joy right out of me/How we look for comradeship in these golden years.” The buildup continues and teaches me to disappear into myself. Sensational. Good work.
Bloc Party