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It's Blitz!

It's Blitz!

If we lived in a just world, 2006′s Show Your Bones would have seen the Yeah Yeah Yeahs leap from artrock darlings to global dominators, holding all in their sway with displays of intricate bombast and sly rock rhythms. Alas, the world continues to disappoint, and the album somehow managed to make fewer waves than, the band’s immediate-but-patchy debut, Fever To Tell, and its anthem for angsting youth, ‘Maps’.

The band’s new record, It’s Blitz!, may be a response to that underwhelming reception; it is, in a sense, a change of direction: Nick Zinner’s angular guitars are here replaced with warbling synths, and Brian Chase’s quietly showy drumming finds itself supplemented by programmed beats. The melodies, too, seem changed, smoothed over and pinned down, more suited to their new contexts. Yet this is no dance album, and everything essential about the record remains within that old artrock niche – unpredictable structures, halting hooks, and, of course, Karen O’s arch, unifying vocal.

As always, K.O. represents the focal point of the LP, simultaneously the listener’s peer and priestess. Her lyrics are more gnomic than ever, perhaps reflecting the songs’ hazier form. It’s Blitz! is less a hybrid album as it is a fairly conscious reworking of the band’s vocubulary, however, and it uses that central voice as a largely unchanging guide to the new landscape. To some extent, all this is the sound of a scenester band following the scene, but the Yeah Yeah Yeahs are also cannier than that: It’s Blitz! drags the scene back onto the band’s own turf: ‘Heads Will Roll’ takes 80s revivalism and scrubs it dirty, whilst ‘Dull Life’ takes a Franz riff and refracts it through Zimmer’s sharper prism; and if everything is just that little bit more reserved, even in as simple an act as singing the word ‘crying’, Karen O infuses proceedings with a twist of the untramelled. The band remain one of the most intelligent and compelling acts to trip towards the mainstream.

And that cover’s perfect, too.


71 is the number of an apartment we return to regularly in Whinfell Forest, Cumbria. We like it there.


‘We’ are Anna French and Dan Hartland. The Story and the Truth is a sort of inadequate catch-all term for what goes on here: we tend to talk about novels, history, food and fashion, politics and music, but there may also be photographs of soft toys and musicians. Stick around and see.

Words We Like

The Blind Man's Garden, by Nadeem Aslam


Aslam's fourth novel is that rarest of things, a focused picaresque. It has been criticised by the formidable Adam Mars-Jones for a failure of courage - and yet having read the novel cover to cover and word for word, I found myself more in agreement with the praise of Pankaj Mishra. In this story of two young men who travel, naively, to Afghanistan in the October of 2001, it is the very ambivalence of the resulting consequences which render its portrayal of history at the sharp end so memorable. We are used to hearing, from one side or another, the verities of black and white. In The Blind Man's Garden, Aslam paints in technicolour shades of grey. Essential.

Sounds We Like

The Stand-In, by Caitlin Rose


The ever-present temptation to be cooler-than-thou might have demanded I list Lord Huron or Keaton Henson in this space, and yet few records I've been listening to this month have had the sheer charisma of Caitlin Rose's third LP. There's a cleverness - even a slickness - to how Rose balances the cache of retro country with the accessibility of the modern pop sound here, and, if that sounds like a demerit, then the way in which this sly production always works in support of often fabulous songwriting is certainly not. They do make 'em like they used to, after all.

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