| The result is considerably less dry than I’m making it sound: Turn On the Bright Lights is an album I can imagine myself listening to for a few hours right before locking all the windows and doors and drowning myself in the bathtub. It is a great, emotional, very special record. But that much is self-evident; only the hopelessly dull could fail to pick up on the darkness that informs all of Interpol’s moves. What they’re up to on another level seems like a real point of interest to me, and one that might possibly have a few terrific repercussions if our luck holds out. Cross your fingers is what I’m saying: this could turn out to be something really big. |