New York Cares.
But it doesn’t, of course. Interpol adds to the canon of songs about the indifferent big city. They’re hardly the first to feel insignificant among the millions of lights, but that feeling is always relevant. Even for those of you who’ve only pictured it from songs. The feeling of lonely nights and alienation, so dreamily evoked here, is universal. Only being in an actual big city when you feel it just rubs irony into the wound. There must be something desperately wrong with you if you’re grappling with ennui in the middle of an adult playground. Loneliness in a lonely place if purifying; loneliness among infinite opportunity is somehow selfish. Decadent. A sign of jadedness. A symptom of illness. A failure on your part. And of course, it’s more romantic if it’s all of those things.