Published Jun 26, 2008I don't know what it is about rocknroll bands these days but for some reason its becoming almost impossible to write a second great song. Oh, that first single is always brilliant, isnt it? But in the MySpace and file-sharing age, when music is so utterly disposable, the likelihood of discovering a diamond in the rough is as trying a job as the literal sense is. In England, of all places, no less.
From London-by-way-of-New-Zealand (yknow, to actually make a go of it), Collapsing Cities are your favourite indie rock bands rolled into one adept, finely tuned machine. And I mean that. Its tough not to hear the glossy post-post-punk interplay and puffed up beats of Franz Ferdinand ("In the Valley), a sober take on the early 90s line-up of the Fall ("Elixir Always), the brooding one-string riffing anthems of Interpol ("Fear of Opening My Mouth) and the reckless abandon of the Cribs ("So I Said Last Weekend). I must admit, someone at the Guardian went on and on about how they sound like Pavement, but that I actually dont hear.
But despite hearing all of those other artists within this one, Collapsing Cities channel these possible influences with exquisite control and finesse. The fact that they have at least four exceptional songs in them (new album Elixir Always hasnt yet left the land of Kiwi), proves, well, according to my math, that theyre at least four times the band most bands are. And on top of that one of those songs is "Fear of Opening My Mouth, not only one of the years best singles to strike these ears, but also the home to the best lyric of the year: "If I'm still a telemarketer next year, I think I'll end my life. Ain't that the truth.
Collapsing Cities "Fear of Opening My Mouth
Collapsing Cities "So I Said Last Weekend