Remember them? How they released a 5-song EP that was just incredibly exciting, charged, and seemd to promise a dark, shiny future, kinda new? How it was an art project that shook, or maybe a shaker rifted with art smarts, woman-powered without playing on babelicity, and how for every downtown hipster, Luscious Jackson was the name on our domestic beer-infused lips, and the hope in our hearts? And then the full-length came out, and it was pretty good, and there was so much momentum and so much desire that we all pretended it was excellent, but we also knew that it wasn't, really, but we kept our sense of being let down to ourselves, and whooped and big-upped, hoped they would realize our dreams on the next record, but that was even less mind-blowing and we still liked them fine but sometime between last call and the wake-up show we let our vivid enthusiasm slip away in the New York night like so much steam, and let imaginations move on to the next magnetic object?
Ladies and gentlemen: the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
Posted by jane at August 22, 2005 10:13 AM | TrackBack