MONDAY 1 AUGUST 2005

As the trials approach I am procrastinating heavily, I said I wouldn't update, but I am severely unreliable. I want you to read this, just so I can show you how much of a fool I can make of myself when bored. Feel free to pay me out at leisure.

AN INTERPOL REVIEW LIKE NO OTHER

What an amazing night! From the gyrating spectacle that was "The snowmen" to the enigmatic allure of Paul Bank's vocals and tone, cramming "The Interpol" Enmore last concert in the night before the trials began was worth it to say the least. As procrastination has taken over me full speed, I have chosen to capture the flavour of the melodic phantasmagorical ride that was last night.

Although much could be said (and a good much) about the support act who are both musically talented and entertaining to say the least, I am here to rant on about Interpol and rant on about Interpol is what I shall do.

Wow. Capturing the essence of the beauty of such a majesty in music is difficult to comprehend, let alone begin. I'm not quite too sure there are enough words in the English language (I know at least).

The stage slowly fogged engulfing the instruments, establishing a serene, tranquil and almost cathartic setting in preparation for the lingering musicians. Situated on the front left barricade of the stage, we were in front of Daniel Kessler, and since this one man knows exactly how to "feel the music", the audience felt more than compelled to do the same.

I can just breath the atmosphere, the band members carved their strong yet elusive figures through the penetrating smoke making their way to their respective instruments. As Carlos D. mystified the air with his bellowing puffs, his stage presence was almost overwhelming, holding his instrument as a soldier to a gun (sorry I can't think of better similes). Then, then I heard the immense beauty of the beautiful Paul Bank's voice as they began the melodic ballad "Untitled". The drum beats soaring, permeating the inner essence that was belonging of my soul. Suddenly the music and its respective greatness became an embodiment of my persona. I stood still. Captivated in the tranquil and sublime ecstasy that I felt as Banks permeated this inner essence, coercing the physical barrier that surrounded me into hiding.

The music melded into each other, enlightening, cathartic, I felt like I was dieing, yet being brought back to life at the same time, the white light was near, the strobing, ruddy and florid hues contrasting with the bellowing blues cast upon the respective players figures. As "Take me on a cruise" and "C'mere" (my favourite songs) I could merely do more than feel the music. I was isolated. The shallow guitar riffs and mystic allure of the possessing voice of Banks as a liner on the alienated ocean were trailing a concentric flight around my figure, flying through me, through every essence that embodied me. I became the music.

Fast past tracks as "Slow hands" and "PDA" lended to the swift gliding of Kessler, who is surprisingly tiny in real life, as he stood above us feeling the music. Captivated by his smooth and swift shifting and fleeting of his feet and body, we understood that he was just so involved in the music that he could do little more than move. Watch him. Watch as his pulsating temptresses became one with the rhythmic beats shifting and sliding to the every evasive movement of the haggard and distracted beats. Watch him. Watch as he carved through the icy cathartic beauty, his shadows casting immense dancing beauties upon the surrounding streamlined masses. Watch banks as his silent, yet reverential figure would do just the same, matching Kessler's riffs with frantic excitement. Kessler had his eyes closed, his head a sparking menace moving merely in time to his smooth moves as he would swiftly place one guttered step in front of the other.

Then, as is expected, we must dedicate more than one paragraph to the majesty that is Paul Banks. His face is the most captivating I have seen in real life, I must say that there is no ay that photos do him justice. Rarely did he smile (one of the only complaints, along with a short set list that I had with concert), but when he did, and looked into our direction, it was the most beautiful thing. He has the most perfect wings, falling gracefully upon his soft and mesmerising face, moving poignantly to caustic pointed tips. His blond hair enveloping his face, carving perfect rounds as he fringe falls breathlessly, sliding ever-so tirelessly as he would sway in beat to the music. We must capture that beautiful moment. That absolutely memorious moment when he looked into our direction and we saw the amazement of his front profile, the pure beauty the could only be associated with his face at this point in time (here's to hoping he never finds this). When he smiles, oh when he smiled, his eyes were the penetrating, encapsulating, involving, ever other word, you couldn't do anything but stare straight into his beautiful beautiful eyes, how I could stare for ages. Oh, and his perfect nose working in unison with those breath-taking eyes. All he needed to do was smile once and it would light up the room. You see why he needs to smile more? Oh the beauty, no words can capture the beauty that will forever reside in my memory. Right then and there, I knew that was a historic moment, one that shall be marked down in my memory for years to come. I don't really like his pictures, this is why I want to be able to just look at him for ages and ages (I know this is weird), endlessly look at the beauty of his face without him seeing me I don't know how this could happen in real life. He has a beautiful beautiful face, it is indescribable. Wow! It is so beautiful. Complemented by his clever dress sense and arm band.

Then, then there is the amazement of his tone, the enigmatic allure of his captivating voice. It makes you yearn, speak more, please say more, we are hanging by your every word. Unfortunately, his rare pieces were, "we would like to thank the snowmen, amazing band" and little to no crowd interaction at all. This is sad in a way because this sets him down almost as an altar piece, up on its pillar purely for inspirational and modelling purposes, interaction with the crowd makes him human, smiling makes him beautiful, his eyes make him captivating. It seems that everything about this man is so perfect, I mean I seriously have not seen any man/boy as amazingly beautiful in real life as he, he lights up the room, how rare. The perfection of his voice, his face, his presence. I quote Suzy in saying, "He is just so gorgeous, you just want to up and marry him." Yes, Suzy, we sure do. The ambience set by that concert will be hard to challenge or unmatchable, it certainly was a rare experience, I will definitely see them again and again, just to experience a similar catharsis and intoxicating beauty that can be paralleled with the euphoria experienced by drugs. I will see them again and again and again and again. I will see him again and again, I can't get enough!!! That was fantastic.