so i was walking down the street today and this fucking skinhead brickie over the road up some scaffolding was like “get your hair cut!” and when I looked over at him he just stared at me dead-eyed and repeated himself and it’s like was he being ironic and consciously clichéd or does he genuinely think he’s being witty or original because seriously, it’s a sorry existence he’s living if he’s just dumbly going through the motions of shouting such dull abuse because he thinks the fact that he’s a skinhead brickie dictates that he does. people like him should be pitied or ignored or given the lethal injection, but they certainly shouldn’t be admired and given money to make records, as is the case with the twang.
i find few things in the world more depressing than the twang, they’re the antithesis of what music should be. music shouldn’t be dull tales of lager louts on a friday night. music, whether it’s made by wolfgang a. mozard or richard d. james, should be purely escapist and evocative of deep emotions, whether that emotion be deepest sorrow or elated joy. the latter of which architecture in helsinki do exceptionally well and their new album (especially the preceding single, heart it races) is no exception to this rule, even if cameron does seem to have developed his vocal palate to a cross between antony hegarty and the bloke out of the b-52s at times. enjoy.
architecture in helsinki - heart it races