new Bloc Party album (Weekend in the City)
I'm not sure about this one... I'm only a few minutes in and I *quite* like it, but it's not any sort of crush-y on-repeat love that I had for a few songs on their first album, or for something just ridiculously good like Franz.
But there is some seriously interesting vocal stuff on the first track (Song for Clay). Uniform and Hunting for Witches are probably the closest to their earlier sound (that I've listened to yet, anyway). We shall see.
I am trying to be heroic,
In an age of modernity.
I am trying to be heroic,
because all around me history sings.
So I enjoy and I devour
flesh and wine and luxury.
But in my heart,
I am lukewarm;
nothing ever really touches me.
At Les Trois Garçons
we meet at precisely 9 o'clock.
I order the foie gras
and I eat it with complete disdain.
Bubbles rise in champagne flutes,
but when we kiss, I feel nothing.
Feasting on sleeping pills
and Marlboro Reds.
(self-pity won't save you)
Oh how our parents
they suffered for nothing
Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream
Like the 80s never happened.
People are afraid, are afraid
To merge on the freeway.
Disappear here
We stroll past the queue
into the magazine launch party.
I am handed a pill,
and I swallow with complete disdain.
Kick-drum pounds off the high-hat;
Remember to look bored.
We suck each others' faces,
and make sure we are noticed.
(Cocaine won't save you)
Because East London is a vampire,
it sucks the joy right out of me
How we long for corruption in these golden years.
Oh how our parents
they suffered for nothing
Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream
Like the 80s never happened.
People are afraid, are afraid
To merge on the freeway.
Disappear here