I think I’m going to start a side-bar for the Culture section of the website specifically to allow me to review non-Rochester bands. The primary function of that section is to promote Rochester stuff, but sometimes there’s bands like The Killers that just have to be mentioned.
The eighties are back in force with this group, which is funny because none of them look old enough to really remember. Holy crap, did I just write that?
Parts of this album remind me of The Cars, Gary Newman, The Pet Shop Boys and others. Listening to this album, I am reminded that music relies on irony: where in the eighties, the goal was to make synth sounds mimic real instruments as closely as possible, now in the year 2006, the goal is to make synth sounds mimic their inferior older brethren as closely as possible. More ironic still is that they can’t get the sound right, so everyone needs to go seek out the old stuff that they threw away a decade ago.
That the lead singer takes a page from Rick Ocasek’s vocal training manual is undeniable, particularly on the first track. These guys take everything that made the eighties sound so irrepressably weird and make it all seem new again. Don’t miss the bonus track on Sam’s Town entitled “Take Me to the Place Where the White Boy’s Dance.” If that’s not the illegitimate love-child of The Pet Shop Boys and INXS, I don’t know what could be.