And I can’t get over that song.

It’s “Maps” from the album “Fever to Tell” by the Yeah yeah yeahs, a NY based band. Obsessed as ever, I scoured the internet looking for news and reviews on this art-punk band. It’s such an elevated track, head and shoulders over alot of shit that you hear on the radio.

“Wait, they don’t love you like I love you” she croons, muted when juxtaposed against the other tracks in that album, and so brittle and honest.

“Made off
Don’t stray
My kind’s your kind
I’ll stay the same”

You could almost see her singing this while overlooking the rooftops of suburbia and yearning.

And the reviews, the ones that disparage the Yeah yeah yeahs focus on the hype built up around the 3-piece outfit whilst dissecting the whole album with a cynical eye. I can’t say much (and shouldn’t) since I’ve not heard the whole album, but if there’s a song that would elevate any band, it’s “Maps”.