Dejan

me too,and this album sounds BORING as hell

2 songs out of 11....

Finn’s Thoughts on Finishing Album 3 We’re all feeling frenzied and more than a little terrified at the moment – we have two days left of mixing and then it’s done…four years of writing, months of accumulated rehearsals, a year of touring, a broken piano, a brawl in a Minneapolis car park, infinite packs of cigarettes and a mile and a half of 1/4 inch tape, and then THWACK. DONE. NEXT. The Fear is an odd thing – in interviews I’ve said time and time again that I don’t make music for anyone but myself, but it’s times like this that I realise a) what a cock I must sound like when I say that b) how glaringly untrue it is. I want you to hear it, love the shit out of it, and carry it on your backs out into the woods howling declarations of “Nothing Like This Has Ever Come Before” & “Let Them Be Granted Eternal Life So As To More Greatly Further The Course of Human Achievement”. And if you don’t I’m going to drive a burning car off a razor blade and vingar covered cliff with six AK-47’s in my mouth and a starved wolverine taped to my jugular. In short…be careful what you say to me after gigs. I’m so, so proud of it, and it’s not perfect, but it sounds real to me – real and grubby and squinting and so happy to be alive and proud to be on the shelf next to, not just our other records, but the millions of others made since Edison first scratched Mary Had A Little Lamb on that little piece of tin foil in the 1860’s. My dad used to talk to me about what he called The Great River Of Music – the body that every single person to ever record a note has contributed to. That’s right, even Paul Holmes’ Christmas album contributed to it, because there is no judgement there, just the big warm river flowing on and on and on. And now here we are, standing uneasily at its side, readying ourselves to spill our latest little drop in, and it’s a beautiful feeling. Just love it, or else.

it looks like the album is full of horns,from what i've heard its a very mediocre record. there's nothing wrong about the horns,i love those instruments,but on this record are out of place

well the new album sounds crap,take a listen for example @ this new song leaked a few days ago: [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9BWwnTST4SA]YouTube - The Killers - A Crippling Blow (with Lyrics)[/ame]

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMaxggUVS6Y]YouTube - Kings of Leon - Use Somebody[/ame]

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wiPnhxHJw3E]YouTube - Spaceman ALBUM VERSION[/ame] [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=32EnoKx1mCI]YouTube - The Killers NEW SONG!!! Neon Tiger![/ame]

kid don't cry

how old are you ? this thread is.....i don't know what to think about it. c'mon

actually i'm older and you are retarded. you should learn to mind your own fuckin business,idiot

just because i don't like bands of faggots like the keane ? stfu

THANKS GOD

I'M HORRIBLE

Killers' Day & Age Preview In a recent feature, London's Observer newspaper proclaimed that the Killers "may just be the strangest band in America." I don't know if I agree with that. Perhaps "the strangest multiplatinum, major-label band in America" is a better fit. Or even "the strangest band in Las Vegas." Regardless, the sentiment is correct. Over the course of five years, the Killers have been nothing if not unpredictable and rather unapologetically so. Whether they're masquerading as starry-eyed synthesizer aficionados with an Anglo sweet tooth (2004's Hot Fuss) or gruff-voiced Springsteen disciples with a thing for widescreen Americana (the '06 follow-up, Sam's Town), they've certainly danced to the beat of their own drum machine, critics be damned. So it sort of makes sense that on their latest, Day & Age (in stores November 25), the Killers have decided to jettison practically everything you've previously known about them and just make the best Duran Duran record in recent memory (or at least a pretty good David Bowie album or a decent Bryan Ferry disc). Produced by British dance retro-ist Stuart Price (formerly of Les Rhythmes Digitales and Zoot Woman, and most of Madonna's Confessions on a Dance Floor album), Age positively sparkles with studio sheen, a record full of crisp, echoey vocals, spaced-out synth squiggles, bossa-nova drum patterns and way more saxophone than you could possibly imagine. There are moments that recall early-'80s gems like "Rio," "Notorious," "China Girl" and "Slave to Love," if not so much in style as in sophistication. If nothing else, Age is an album of unabashed excess, of neon-lit late nights, of diamonds and dance floors and endlessly bubbling champagne. It is a record for the good times, even when times aren't necessarily all that good. Opener "Losing Touch" kicks off with a rumbling R&B horn section and some starry guitar work, with frontman Brandon Flowers inviting some unknown bon vivant to "caress me in your velvet chair" and "go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch." The song builds to a frothy climax before a winging guitar solo from Dave Keuning brings the party to a close. First single "Human" is up next, a shiny mix of galloping bass lines (a Price trademark) and smoky synth lines. By now, you've surely heard it, and while there's not much else to add, I will say that, having listened up close and personal, there is roughly an 85 percent chance Flowers is singing "Are we human/ Or are we denser," and not, as many believe, "dancer." Which sort of makes more sense, in some cosmic way, I suppose. "I Can't Stay" is next, starting off with more of that galloping bass and some twinkly harp, throwing some shuffly guitar into the mix and then tossing everything overboard with an insane saxophone line that takes this into Carnival Cruise Line territory. Throw in some calypso rhythms and a genuine steel-drum line at the song's end, and you've got a complete, couples-only Caribbean vacation. That's followed by "The World We Live In," which starts with a galaxy of strings and synthesizers and Flowers singing "Maybe I was mistaken/ I heard a rumor that you quit this day and age." The song opens into a great starry space, then collapses back in on itself with more horns and spindly, spy-movie guitars. "A Dustland Fairytale" is next, a somber, sepia-toned tune reportedly about Flowers' parents. Featuring plinking piano and mournful cello, it builds to a powerful, soaring crescendo, and coupled with Flowers' Americana-obsessed lyrics (plenty of mentions of "blue-jean serenades," "party dress"-clad damsels and "Kodachrome prints"), it's perhaps the album's only song that harkens back to the Sam's Town days. The opposite of that is "Neon Tiger," a shimmery example of glitzy, Baroque pop that — in its early sections, at least — recalls Taco's "Puttin' on the Ritz." The song builds to a string-filled climax, with Flowers summoning all manner of faux drama and bellowing, "Away! Away! Oh, run!" "Spaceman" follows, pure synth-rock candy and "ooh-ooh-ooh!" backing vocals. There is some fabulous robo-guitar work, a rather nifty bass/drum/vibraphone breakdown, and some ray-gun sound effects, and — it should be noted — Flowers puts on perhaps his best vocal performance of the entire album, cautiously and delicately exploring an upper range most (myself included) didn't know he possessed. The album enters the homestretch with "Joy Ride," which is about as unabashed an ode to '80s pop as you'll find in 2008. Starting off with "chicka-chicka-chicka" vocals (like Yello's "Oh Yeah") and wah-wah guitars, the song kicks into gear with Flowers singing about a bad-news girl in a "candy-apple red dress," then flies into absolute overdrive thanks to a lengthy saxophone section, some bossa-nova drums and more of that galloping bass line — a glitzy, goofy bit of dance-floor mastery that's only topped by Flowers shouting, "When your chips are down/ When your highs are low — Joy Ride!" in the chorus. Taking an abrupt 180, "Joy Ride" crashes headlong into "Goodnight, Travel Well," a six-and-a-half-minute exercise in ominous horns, desolate drum fills and Flowers at his absolute nadir, wailing, "The unknown distance to the great beyond/ Stares back at my grieving frame." The song does build to a rather impressively powerful strings-and-horns middle section, but given its length — and its depressing subject matter — it seems bizarrely out of place on the album (it also sounds a lot like Radiohead's "Climbing up the Walls"). Simon Le Bon would not approve. After all the dirge-ery, Day & Age wraps up with "This Is Your Life," which rides a bizarre, treated loop of vocals and chants, throws some electronic harpsichord into the mix and tops it off with an Edge-y guitar line. Flowers sings, "Your sky's full of dreams/ But you don't know how to fly," and the whole thing builds and builds until he's left shouting, "This feeling won't go ... wait for it ... wait for it ... " while the lights come on and a drum cadence ushers the last partygoers out the door. No word on the after party just yet, but I'll assume it's going to be fabulous. After all, living the high life means never having to come down, not even for a minute. And on Day & Age, the Killers go unapologetically higher and higher (mostly). At this point, they're never gonna touch the ground. (mtv.com)

viva la hova ? wtf ? LMAO

they deserves to be locked in jail,BECAUSE they are not true coldplay die hard fans like 'us'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ops,wrong video

wow. i wanna be a real fan like you

Holiday fun: Bono and his friend Simon Carmody join teenagers Andrea Feick and Hannah Emerson in St Tropez His humanitarian campaigning has earnt him the nickname St Bono. Off duty, however, the U2 singer seems to have been tempted into a spot of hell-raising. Pictures show the 48-year-old with his arm round two bikini-clad girls as they carouse at a beach bar in St Tropez. He also joined his angel-faced companions for more drinking and dancing aboard a private yacht. Bono is usually seen in his role as rock star, family man and anti-poverty campaigner, work for which he earned an honorary knighthood. Only last week, he appeared at a conference to make a call to ‘change the world’ before taking his wife and children off to Disneyland in California But last month Bono – real name Paul Hewson – took a holiday to the South of France with his long-time friend and drinking companion Simon Carmody, a musician and former member of Irish band Golden Horde. The Irishmen met up with two 19-year-olds, American fashion student Andrea Feick and her British friend Hannah Emerson, in the playboys’ playground of St Tropez. Miss Feick told The Mail on Sunday she had known Bono for a few years but insisted their relationship had never crossed the line beyond friendship. She said: ‘I think that for somebody who’s much older than I am... no thank you. ‘No...God no!’ she laughed. ‘God no! He’s a friend of mine and that’s pretty much it. I’m not going to get into details, but it’s a small world.’ Miss Feick and Miss Emerson posted pictures of the holiday on the Facebook website, open to the public in the site’s New York and French networks. Miss Feick excitedly announced the trip in one public message to her friend, saying: ‘So Bono and Simon called me yesterday and they arrived in Cannes today, so looks like we’ll have a plan! :)’ The images show Bono wearing his trademark hat and sunglasses while drinking cocktails with the two girls at the Nikki Beach bar in St Tropez, famous for its ‘champagne battles’ where guests spray fizz at each other. In one image, the Make Poverty History campaigner clutched Miss Feick’s hand to his chest theatrically while Carmody put his hand on Miss Emerson’s knee. Later that evening, they took a stroll along the beach, where Bono put his arm around Miss Feick’s waist and then wrapped himself around Miss Emerson’s neck. They made their way to a luxury yacht – thought to be the Cyan, a £12million, 140ft yacht with six cabins, owned by U2 guitarist The Edge. The Edge – real name David Evans – and Bono co-own a beachside villa in Eze-sur-Mer, a village between Nice and Monte Carlo. Bono, Carmody and the girls partied into the night on the yacht. Miss Feick posed in the sunset, wearing Bono’s Castro-style peaked cap. Later in the trip, the group continued to party in St Tropez, posing outside the Oxybar, where patrons can buy ‘aromatic cocktails’. Miss Feick, who studies at a fashion school in Paris according to her Facebook entry, met Bono a couple of years ago in a club on the French Riviera, according to a friend. She lists her occupation on Facebook as ‘Jean Paul Gaultier party planner’, and also says she works for the Maison Martin Margiela in Paris. Miss Emerson says on the website that she is a second-year Reading University student. Bono’s marriage to his wife Ali is famously strong, and has lasted without much incident for 26 years. The singer has spoken about their relationship several times. ‘I met the most extraordinary woman and I couldn’t let her go,’ he said in 2005. ‘We have an almost creative distance between us that Ali manages.’ ‘She said to me, “You know I fell in love with you because there was mischief in your eyes. You were bold as brass and you were fearless but made me laugh. You’ve got very serious”. We’re never away from each other for more than three weeks. That’s kind of a rule.’ Bono has become one of the world’s most influential rock stars for his humanitarian campaigning. He received an honorary knighthood in 2007, shortly before his friend Tony Blair stepped down as Prime Minister.

triple amen for patrick watson

Their first record has sold 5 million copies,i can't believe it. I like hot fuss but damn,5 million is an HUGE achievement

^^^ amen

Live with the cinematic orchestra [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UM7EPnhHtu0]YouTube - Cinematic Orchestra 'To Build a Home' - Live At The Barbican[/ame]

FUCK OFF

they are signed to rough trade,but after 2 albums they still underrated as hell: http://myspace.com/theveils