I wonder if the guys in Interpol go home, change out of their suits and lip synch to ’80s hair metal while dancing around the house. That would be the carefree alter-ego to the suit-wearing quartet that took the Coachella stage around 9:30 p.m.
I have never seen a band have less fun on stage than this group of uber-hipsters. They sound good, but you have to question if they’re really having a good time up there, playing for the thousands of people who flocked to the main stage to see them.
The only other interesting note about them is that as I was driving in, I saw a ton of Interpol posters stapled around palm trees on Jefferson Street in Indio, promoting the band’s yet-to-be-released album. That makes me think the city of Indio probably won’t pick an Interpol ditty for its official song.