This is a slightly Whettish post, but these lyrics have basically destroyed anything resembling credibility rock still may have had (though I’m suspicious about whether there was any left):
Glamorous
Indie rock ’n’ roll is what I want
It’s in my soul, it’s what I need
Indie rock ’n’ roll, it’s time
Two of us
Flipping through a thrift store magazine
She plays the drums, I’m on tambourine
Bet your, your bottom dollar on meIt’s Indie rock ’n’ roll for me
It’s Indie rock ’n’ roll for me
It’s all I need
It’s Indie rock ’n’ roll for me
After a long weekend where I never managed to go an evening without hearing at least one Killers cut, it’s time for me to call bullshit and say this band must be stopped. The above song is a crime against taste without even the outrageous charm of its spiritual predecessor, “The Spirit of Radio,” and it’s our responsiblity to nip this sort of shit in the bud.
August 30th, 2005 at 12:11
Yipes. That’s horrible. Next thing’ll be a song about dressing like a bicycle messenger and jammin’ on the cello while drinking bottled Special Export. And ironically going to church, of course.
August 30th, 2005 at 12:54
I am annoyed by the constant bangin’ of the piano on the track.
August 30th, 2005 at 14:29
Steve, I dunno if you’ve noticed that I leave the room whenever you put it on.
August 30th, 2005 at 18:12
Reasons I have avoided “The Killers”:
1. they are called the killers
2. they are from Las Vegas
3. seriously, they’re called the killers
the only thing i like about the song is that it sounds like it’s in translation (thrift store magazine?)
dude: it’s all about the hold steady. check out “knuckles” and “chicago seemed tired last night.” and the drive by truckers: “women without whiskey,” “never gonna change” and “panties in your purse.”
August 30th, 2005 at 18:30
Incidentally, rock isn’t dead if the Dandy Warhols couldn’t kill it. “Bohemian Like You” and “Cool as (like?) Kim Deal,” while more clever than the Killers, same shit different day, you know?
August 30th, 2005 at 19:02
I don’t get it. I was ambivalent about the band for a long-ass time. “Mr. Brightside” seems like the type of song I should like, too. But yeah, the name sucks, and then the aforementioned went into permanent rotation on the radios/whatever of I think every person I know. Come on. Did we listen to “Hey Ya!” this much?
But now… Now out comes the fucking hate. We need to thin that shit out. Yes, I’m listening to Gang of Four now.
August 30th, 2005 at 20:45
Yeah. Killers suck [I think i saw their video in a bar and julia robert's brother was in it- ERIC ROBERTS WAS IN THE VIDEO - hate on].
The Kills ain’t too bad, tho
August 30th, 2005 at 22:38
i don’t really get the appeal of the killers, because Mr Brightside is their unquestioned cleanup hitter and barely even raises an eyebrow for me; i think you’re a bit too worried about the Killers making any kind of serious philosophical attempt to destroy culture that could still be destroyed; i mean, these lyrics barely qualify as thought. You just hate thrift stores. I also have no idea what a thrift store magazine is. Where were you on Gang of Four? Old Gang of Four is deep in Moacir country.
August 31st, 2005 at 11:10
Killers = Duran Duran v. 7.3, with all the good and bad that entails.
I am sorry to report that you will not dig the Hold Steady, Mascaro. This is not a knock on you or on them, but merely a recognition that tab A does not fit in slot A in this particular case. Further, anyone who argues that this year’s salient beatwise issues are anything other than HOLY SHIT “STILL TIPPIN’” IS THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED PLEASE CHOP AND/OR SCREW EVERYTHING and PLEASE SOMEONE EXPLAIN COWBOY TROY TO ME is completely insane.
August 31st, 2005 at 11:38
Oh, and “Sugar, We’re Going Down” by Fall Out Boy is my alt-rock guilty pleasure of the moment. They even do that sing-the-chorus-once-a-capella-at-the-end-of-the-song trick I love so much.
August 31st, 2005 at 12:50
Sam, why are you drunk at work?