When I first heard this song in 2005, I was convinced that Interpol would be one of the next big bands. Granted, the sound of the band is not what I would call mainstream, the songs possess great sing-a-long ability, and will often pop into the heads of Interpol listeners unannounced at any given time. PDA is by far the greatest example of this, which is why I found myself cranking the volume knob far to the right, nodding my head to the rhythm best I could, and singing at the top of my lungs. Even through the cracking of my voice, the enjoyment of the song was not lost for my wife, who happened to be sitting beside me in the car, nodding her head as well.
The breakdown, towards the end of the track, is definitely my favorite part of the song. There's an airy quality to it that creates a lonely, almost haunting feeling. The vocals echo subtly, as if Paul Banks (the vocalist) is singing in an empty vault. Meanwhile, the guitar seamlessly plays a revolving, trance-like chord progression that pulls the listener in by the ear and wipes the mind clear of all thoughts that do not pertain to the song at hand.
Today, in the middle of this very breakdown, my mind about to be completely tuned out from the world, I found myself thinking, "Shit. I'm driving, and this song's about to put me in a trance!"
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