The Killers and The Postal Service
Time out for two musical recommendations. I heard these both on Drive 105 recently, and was impressed in spite of myself (radio really is not that good for listening to real music). Since there is only a tape player in the car in which I commute, I do occasionally turn off the limited number of albums I have and scan the dial for something of worth.
The Killer’s song, called “Somebody Told Me,” struck me first because of its odd mix of alternative guitar-driven riffs and electronic touches. Never one to miss a sawtooth wave (I still can’t figure out why I like melodic-trance and euro dance, but I will save that story for another time), my ears immediately perked up while listening. I was rewarded, as the band began some really catchy lyrics about … well you’ll just have to listen to the song. This one will get you drumming on your steering wheel.
Before I mention the next band, let me take a time out to mention the stunning capabilities of Amazon’s relational database. Upon looking up the previous album, Amazon recommended both Snow Patrol and The Postal Service to me. I was raving about Snow Patrol’s “Run” in my “Visits” sidebar earlier (the link might still be there) and (ironically), The Postal Service was the next band I was going to mention. Now, their song, “Such Great Heights” has turned me on to Indie rock (although calling it electronica would probably be a much better idea), more than the Violent Femmes did. You simply have to hear this song, preferably wearing headphones. Not only is the tune addicting, the production superb and fresh, but the lyrics (oh the lyrics):
I am thinking it’s a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they’re perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
Ladies and gentleman, your host may be purchasing an album, the first authentic physical compact disc since DJ Encore’s fantastic album of wonder (two years ago now I think). In the meantime, scamper on over to Amazon like good little kids and get a taste of some clean, fresh music.