Interpol's latest tour, accessible only to indie hot spots such as Kitchener and London Ontario, made its first stop in our nations capital, good old Ottawa. True, NYC has better venues, consistently better bands, and way cooler people; but every once in a while the Sens win big, pitchers are two for one, and Interpol comes swaggering down our slushy streets. Only in Ottawa can you see a band of this magnitude in a crowd of no more than 600. Since Canadians are impossibly polite we made our to very front without the slightest problem. The night then pretty much played out like we hoped it would; we grabbed some beers, took our spots beside some girls in heroin chic motife, and watched as Carlos D showed us what a real man looked like. I want, nay, need a moustache. Interpol threw down an absolutely blistering set which reaffirmed my belief that they are head and shoulders above almost any other band on the planet. The new material is awesome, Carlos D blew a kiss our way (I'm guessing at our skinny pale friends) and I scored some sweet merch. Only in Ottawa can you score that type of night without having to knife someone in McDonalds parking lot. I guess the next logical question is when does Radiohead come to town?
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