I've put off writing about this one - I don't really listen to this kind of music much, whatever "this kind of music" is (I think it has something to do with the image it puts in my head of wearing uniforms and marching in place, and honestly, what's that supposed to mean? I don't know) - but this obsession is going on its second week, and, in the interest of honesty, I must post it here.
The Killers, Mr. Brightside. Can't stop listening.
Jealousy. Nice.
The Killers played at the first show I went to in Seattle a few days after I moved there and I liked them fine, although you couldn't tell that from the review of them that I wrote a couple days later, which went thusly:
The Killers: They all had on matching suits. The lead singer was flamboyant and was flittering his fingers and had the shiniest shoes you've ever seen. They opened with Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine, and I was glad about that because I thought they'd open with Somebody Told Me That You Had A Boyfriend Who Looked Like A Girlfriend That I Had In February Of Last Year, and I'm not too keen on that song.
I saw them at that show almost three years ago, liked them fine, never listened to them and apparently wasn't even aware of the existence of this terribly wonderful song known as Mr. Brightside until a couple weeks ago, and I haven't been able to stop listening to it since then. I do not march in place while listening, though.
