And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones
‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
But the people I knew
Don’t matter to me anymore
Cause you’re too dramatic
I don’t understand it
A devil-may-care attitude has always permeated each record the Yeah Yeah Yeahs have cooked up, and always in varying degrees of unapologetic defiance.
With their 2004 debut Fever to Tell, it was a gritty neo-punk energy that shook you like night chills: violent, sweaty, and unforgettable. Then with 2006’s Show Your Bones came the sort of goth-flavored, almost arena-rock type ambition that felt like an arresting hybrid of Siouxsie and the Banshees and Bruce Springsteen.
I should’ve practiced my scales
I should not be attracted to males
But you said that I should learn to love myself
Well, make up your mind, Dr. Frankenstein
Last swabe song before I drift off to dreamland
This made me think of you.
When this quartet from Columbia University first emerged with their eponymous debut in 2008, they were immediately distinguishable from other bands at the time due to their penchant for fusing world music (particularly Afropop) with their hyperliterate brand of indie rock. After all, it’s not every day you hear a band reference Louis Vuitton, reggaeton, and Peter Gabriel, yet somehow make it sound effortless (which they did in “Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa,” just one of the infectious cuts from Vampire Weekend).
I just discovered her and I am absolutely smitten.