Another band from NYC... :D
“TV on the Radio” seems to be the best indie band of all the time. Since people realized the musical magnitude of this band, they didn’t stop to reward it. The band’s first studio album “Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes” hasn’t received any bad review at all. The second, “Return to Cookie Mountain” “was named the album of the year by SPIN for 2006, leading to the band’s appearance on the magazine’s cover. The album was ranked #2 on Pitchfork Media’s list of Top 50 Albums of 2006. Rolling Stone, Slant Magazine, and Stylus Magazine each named the album as the 4th best of 2006, and the album is ranked fifth on Metacritic’s year-end list”. What about the next? “‘Dear Science’ was named the best album of 2008 by Rolling Stone, The Guardian, Spin, MTV, Entertainment Weekly, and the Pitchfork’s readers poll. Pitchfork placed Dear Science at number 140 on their list of top 200 albums of the 2000s”.
Tunde Adebimpe is the vocal leader and the guy who writes the most of the songs. It was he who wrote “A Method”, our whistle song of the day. It’s also he who whistles, as you can see in the video below. Adebimpe is accompanied by Kyp Malone, the guitarist, on the backvocals. David Sitek answers by the electronic beats on the song and Jaleel Bunton drums with mastery. Gerard Smith doesn’t appear in the credits of “The Method”, but with he we close the presentation of the band.
Eyes wide mine, suddenly everything
Flies by fine, mind goes on holiday
In its stead, clicking along the curb
Clucking tongues how could they have the nerve
There is hardly a method you know
It's a broken poem, started up yesterday
And it came true now, mind was on holiday
It's an open road will we soon see the end
It's an open book, a story to tell the band
There is hardly a method you know
It's a storm faced cloud, hanging in dystrophy
It's a cold, base clown laughing at enemies
It's a rough wild world could you please chaperone
It's a mind field trip, oh leave it the fuck alone
This is hardly the method you know
There's a purple pain strangling yesterday
There's a purple stain spattered on interstates
It's an awkward stage grasping at anything
Cause it's lost the page
Can't find a word to say
But they want you to
Oh they want you to
Yes they want you too
Oh they want you, too
Broken plates on dirty highways
Pave the way for alien grace
There is hardly a method you know
“TV on the Radio” seems to be the best indie band of all the time. Since people realized the musical magnitude of this band, they didn’t stop to reward it. The band’s first studio album “Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes” hasn’t received any bad review at all. The second, “Return to Cookie Mountain” “was named the album of the year by SPIN for 2006, leading to the band’s appearance on the magazine’s cover. The album was ranked #2 on Pitchfork Media’s list of Top 50 Albums of 2006. Rolling Stone, Slant Magazine, and Stylus Magazine each named the album as the 4th best of 2006, and the album is ranked fifth on Metacritic’s year-end list”. What about the next? “‘Dear Science’ was named the best album of 2008 by Rolling Stone, The Guardian, Spin, MTV, Entertainment Weekly, and the Pitchfork’s readers poll. Pitchfork placed Dear Science at number 140 on their list of top 200 albums of the 2000s”.Tunde Adebimpe is the vocal leader and the guy who writes the most of the songs. It was he who wrote “A Method”, our whistle song of the day. It’s also he who whistles, as you can see in the video below. Adebimpe is accompanied by Kyp Malone, the guitarist, on the backvocals. David Sitek answers by the electronic beats on the song and Jaleel Bunton drums with mastery. Gerard Smith doesn’t appear in the credits of “The Method”, but with he we close the presentation of the band.
Eyes wide mine, suddenly everything
Flies by fine, mind goes on holiday
In its stead, clicking along the curb
Clucking tongues how could they have the nerve
There is hardly a method you know
It's a broken poem, started up yesterday
And it came true now, mind was on holiday
It's an open road will we soon see the end
It's an open book, a story to tell the band
There is hardly a method you know
It's a storm faced cloud, hanging in dystrophy
It's a cold, base clown laughing at enemies
It's a rough wild world could you please chaperone
It's a mind field trip, oh leave it the fuck alone
This is hardly the method you know
There's a purple pain strangling yesterday
There's a purple stain spattered on interstates
It's an awkward stage grasping at anything
Cause it's lost the page
Can't find a word to say
But they want you to
Oh they want you to
Yes they want you too
Oh they want you, too
Broken plates on dirty highways
Pave the way for alien grace
There is hardly a method you know
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