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In early interviews, Leithauser claimed that Lisbon got its sonic inspiration from ancestral Sun Records rockabilly.

That influence never makes itself overtly known, but there are a few slick little old-school nods here and there, like the relentless Tennessee Three train-chug rhythm on "Blue as Your Blood", or the ahh-ahh backing vocals on "All My Great Designs".

More than that, there's an economic speed and simplicity at work here; the songs might be reflective self-lacerating wallows, but they're fast wallows. Drummer Matt Barrick tends to play just off the beat, but he hits his drums just incredibly hard, with the sort of crisp wallop you feel in your teeth fillings.

On the album's big, transcendent, loud moments, his crash cymbals sound like fists raining down on you from heaven, and he's still very much a force even on the quieter songs. It starts off tense and withdrawn, Leithauser singing about some relationship without ever letting us in on what, exactly, is going on. Underneath, there's a tense, withdrawn surf-rock beat.

And when the chorus starts to well up, the music underneath keeps surging upward, becoming huger than anything the song should be able to handle, then getting even huger from there, as Barrick lets off relentless Bonham-level thundercracks.

Leithauser sings guarded, terse stuff that I don't necessarily understand, but he wails it so hard that it comes out anthemic: "You took the high road! I couldn't find you! Ephermeral and jammy eddoc Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp.

No matching results. Explore music. Get fresh music recommendations delivered to your inbox every Friday. Lisbon by The Walkmen. Rob Carthy. Alex Banham. Matthew Philp. Scott Hoffman. Emiliano Santocchini. Salvio Araujo. James R Mustard. Simon Hughes. Brian Brinkman. Simon Liddell. Quintin Nadig. Ian Crowther. Iain Martland. Martin Brown. Angela Surf City Lyrics.

Follow the Leader Lyrics. Blue as Your Blood The Walkmen " Lisbon ": The countless eyes dotted in the night sky I speak the language, or several hundred words. A cloud It feels right, yeah. I saw a strange thing. Reminds me of faces. Upon a stormy sky tonight. All the younger kids, gone away to sleep. In the days to come, I'll do the same. At this early hour, I'll tell your wife a story. She looks outside, doubles over laughing. But the life we lead came gradually.