
Handsome Furs have crossed a line. Their first album was a very quiet achievement. Withdrawn and reserved, it was sweet in a way that you would never say was sweet to save face. Well, fuck my face i thought it was sweet. It was never going to shift continents or collapse governments, and i like that. Everything in its right place.
So earlier this year they released Face Control, their second album. It was supposed to be sweet. It was supposed to be peaceful. It was never supposed to have some badass dog on the front, and it was certainly never supposed to be this fucking cool.
Face Control is written for Russia, and played with the kind of flair that this decade finds most unfamiliar. Its the guy that doesn't need friends, he'll have the party on his own. You just can't hate that guy. Or the girl at the train station with enormous headphones, dancing around as if possessed until you can't help but go tap her on the shoulder and say "Excuse me? Hello?"
But she'll never even look at you. She is too busy dancing. And it kills you.
How can anyone possibly be jealous of a song? And yet here i am, what a sad situation. I mean, who wouldn't trade dull computer desk dreams for a military cap, several litres of vodka and a tank that won't start.
Don't lie you've thought about it too. At least now we can live it for a while. This album should be sold as therapy, escapist medicine. Red Sqaure for one hour. Even the KGB can't resist this, if Putin gets wind then Russia will have 12 new national anthems. Or more likely he'll play it to his girlfriend, in some hotel room while dancing in his underwear for her enjoyment. Because this album has the power to make that happen.
Long live Moscowdisco, comrades.
I wanna go to Russia.
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