We’re cheating and gonna give you poetry, rather than narrative this week.
The first time I heard the Yeah Yeah Yeahs was just before Valentine’s Day 2003. A DJ on the only respectable radio station left in Kansas City – it, too, has since lost respectability – prefaced “Maps” by saying it was the greatest love song of all time. I was shocked the next time I heard a new YYY’s song, from the same album: the barn-burning scrotum-tightening “Y Control.”
It’s the paradox that makes the YYY’s so special. They do slow, fast, soft, hard, better than most any other band going. You can get hard and fast here, but below is a taste of the especially gentle:
Soon comes rain
Dry your eyes
Frost or flame
Spin the sky