Sometimes you stumble across a band that’s like a holiday infatuation–it’s all about a specific time and place, and unlikely to have a future. But that doesn’t matter because you’ve already surrendered to visceral joys of the moment.
Meet then, Fitz and the Tantrums: I’m currently having a torrid, retro affair with them behind the backs of Miles Davis, Peter Hammill, Leonard Cohen and the Pet Shop Boys. I know . . . I know . . . No good can ever come of this–but it feels so damn right. And yes, ultimately they’ll wind up disappointing me or I’ll prove to be a Fickle Fan. Or perhaps both will happen, and we’ll break each other’s hearts.
But now–right now–they’re massively sexy and get 10 cool-nerd bonus points for having a drummer who looks like Rainn Wilson.
So sue me (but don’t tell Miles) . . .