Kings Of Leon-only by the night
December 15th 2008 09:10
Ok, so here's my first review of what was surprisingly for me,on eof the best releases of 2008. A solid album all the way through. It may be a little cryptic for a first time entry so please sit through it....they all won't be like this.
You walk into a dive bar. It's one in the morning. The place is run down and dirty. The hadful of people in the place are loners, drunks and sad men with lost hope and relived memeories. couple of girls, out on the town with a few drinks under their belt want to dance. An old jukebox sits in the corner nehind the old pool table. A song comes on. Slow, deep, bleeding through worn speakers. through the smoky haze you feel the beat of the kick drum. the guitars reverberate around the room. the singer is few on words but they mean something. One of the girls reaches out her hand. Encourages you to join them. Her long brown hair covering half her face. Her jeans sway side to side like a pendulum. With drink in hand, you beckon her call. The bass line rumbles through each song. Your heart stirs when the singer pleads with passion "Your sex is on fire" You dance all night with this girl. Nothing else is in the room except her, you and this great album. You lean into her right ear and ask, "who is this?". "Kings of Leon" she whispers back seductively. You're hooked. And when the album ends you suggest she plays it again. And she does.
You walk into a dive bar. It's one in the morning. The place is run down and dirty. The hadful of people in the place are loners, drunks and sad men with lost hope and relived memeories. couple of girls, out on the town with a few drinks under their belt want to dance. An old jukebox sits in the corner nehind the old pool table. A song comes on. Slow, deep, bleeding through worn speakers. through the smoky haze you feel the beat of the kick drum. the guitars reverberate around the room. the singer is few on words but they mean something. One of the girls reaches out her hand. Encourages you to join them. Her long brown hair covering half her face. Her jeans sway side to side like a pendulum. With drink in hand, you beckon her call. The bass line rumbles through each song. Your heart stirs when the singer pleads with passion "Your sex is on fire" You dance all night with this girl. Nothing else is in the room except her, you and this great album. You lean into her right ear and ask, "who is this?". "Kings of Leon" she whispers back seductively. You're hooked. And when the album ends you suggest she plays it again. And she does.
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