With their sophomore attempt, LP Rostam-produced Contra, Vampire Weekend has done it again, yet this time with bigger drums, faster guitars, sophisticated lyrics and altogether soul gripping beats. ‘
‘I really hope you don’t miss your flight over this, Charlie.’ It was my freshman year and I was a mere five hours away from departing to Cancun for spring break and this was a Daily Free Press editor’s response when I told him I only had two sources for my story about tax cuts being offered to recent graduates in the state of Maine.
Brendan Zehnder has a typical college dorm room: a white Apple laptop sitting atop a cluttered desk, a cell-phone charging on his night stand, an iPod alarm clock system next to his unmade bed and a personal printer perched on a stack of calculus textbooks. Through the maze of all these new technologies, however, a dusty turntable and a bin of vinyl records have a corner all to their own.
For a four-man band from Ireland, with just two radio singles under their belt in the United States, you’d think The Script would have a hard time filling a venue as large as the House of Blues. Instead, the former-Irish-boy-banders turned rockers did just the opposite.
I sat alone, inhaling the earthy aromas of fresh ginseng spiked with boiled dungeon crab, my nervous foot tapping the ground in sync with my rapid heart rate. She came over to me, and carelessly scribbled my order down after I pointed to it on the laminated pages of the menu, before I ordered a giant glass of Pinto Grigio to drink my nerves close to a coma.