These people died so I could live. There is no remorse, because I am alive.
"What do they sound like?" Here's a better question: What do you say when a person asks you that? Not only do I believe that every time "They sound sorta like U2 mixed with FILL IN THE BLANK" is uttered a pixie dies, I also think that it lowers the proverbial bar a notch. It seems to me that comparing one band's sound to another's is lazy -- it's hackneyed. It's like traveling down the bland unimagined highway of "it tastes like chicken." If I was quick on my feet I may say something like: "If a guitar band like Explosions in the Sky is for the hazy-eyed dreamers, than Mogwai's music is the passionate rumblings of an alcoholic couple with thin walls and light-sleeping neighbors." Mogwai formed over ten years ago with the intention of making what they labeled "serious guitar music," and the band has since developed a devoted following that's included tastemakers like the late John Peel. When my man date - a long time fan, first time spectator of this Scottish sonic bliss -- probes me about what they are like live, I find this word comes quite easily: "Loud." The line at Avalon -- a refurbished former church that now acts as both dance club and music venue -- snakes around the corner. Most of the voices I overhear in line bear thick European accents, and most of the cigarette packs pulled from pockets are of brands I've never seen. The main room consists of the floor, a balcony that ropes around the perimeter of the grounds, and a third, elevated balcony where important people sporting color-coded bracelets congregate to enjoy the band's serious guitar music.