Fever

It’s sunny outside, I can almost smell summer coming in. And I don’t know why but such brightness makes me want more darkness. Call it contrast or bipolarity, I don’t care, with that weather I want darkness, I want the warm penetrating smell of sweat, the electrifying feeling of bodies, both close and yet not touching, both tense and paralysed.

And when I want that, I want The Kills.

I want a band whose outrageously overdone look becomes credible in all the grandeur of the baroque cliché it embodies. I want a band who summons in my mind views of pitch black caves, where fucked-up kids frantically try to get the monster inside of them out with their guitars. I want a band that gives me the feeling my skin is pierced from inside by thousands of tiny needles, whose blatant rage make my nerves shiver in hot blooded excitation. I want a band who puts the bitter taste of sweat and metal on the tip of my tongue and make me wanna bite lips to keep my feelings alive. I want a band whose music sounds of deep blues and furious angst, low bass and twisted industrial guitars, deep paranoid heartbeat drums and sings with voices that cry thousands of after-hours cigarettes burning throats and lungs.

I want that band and I have The Kills.

That’s cool with me, since they’re putting out a new album, and it will never be coming soon enough but we still have that :

The Kills – U.R.A Fever
The Kills – Now Wow (MSTRKRFT Remix)