The most surprising thing about Our Love To Admire, once you're over the initial shocks of a) that willfully non-Interpolesque cover art and b) Carlos D's new varmint-chewing facial hair, is the fact that for the first time the band have cracked open the shades long enough to allow a few rays of light to penetrate the ever-gloomy world which they inhabit.  Full text...

Genuinely special.   Full text...

The outcome is akin to an artistic explosion. Instead of falling back on the repetitive thrumming and jangling of their previous recordings, they've crowded Our Love to Admire with unexpected rhythmic feints (''All Fired Up'') and Arcade Fire-like orchestrations (''Pioneer to the Falls'') that stymie any attempt at casual listening. Most impressive are the slowly insistent groove of ''Rest My Chemistry'' — a glorious pop song in modern disguise — and the desolate soundscape of album closer ''The Lighthouse.  Full text...

New YorkòÀÙs best-dressed band prepare for the big time on broodingly epic third album.  Full text...

Interpol have raised the bar once again, something they’re making quite the habit of. The bastards.  Full text...

Our Love To Admire truly is worthy of widespread admiration. It’s a mighty return from New York’s finest art-rock outfit.  Full text...

Our Love to Admire isn't a landmark like Turn on the Bright Lights has become, but in the five years since they kick started emotional Post Punk from the shallow grave it was buried in at the end of the 80s, they've proven themselves to be capable of dropping a notably fantastic record that anyone worth their red neck ties and black suits can appreciate as one of the year's finest. This is what Interpol's always been, what they never were...and what they'll never be again. Enjoy it while it lasts.  Full text...

The elegantly tailored New Yorkers’ third album doesn’t offer a lot of surprises, nor can it better the uncanny atmospheres generated by their impeccable debut record, Turn on the Bright Lights. But where Our Love to Admire wins is by revealing a band who have survived the obligatory infighting to find a new confidence and drama, their impressively chill songs slashed into shape like giant ice sculptures.  Full text...

High-gloss post-punk primed for the world's stadiums; plus Q&A with Kessler and Banks.  Full text...

Admire Interpol's latest.  Full text...

New York's dapper devotees of doom resist a shift in style.  Full text...

This band has never been one to break new ground, but its reinvention of the wheel is consistently entertaining and always listenable.  Full text...

Interpol's third LP sounds more or less like the last two, and that's its biggest problem. Our Love has character, sure, but compared to its minimal shifts in tone and temper, Carlos D.'s new facial hair seems seismic. Interpol still has the best tailors in town and the tunes to match. But the time may have come for a make-over -- on both counts.  Full text...

Capitol Records turned on the bright lights, but Interpol continues with their antics.  Full text...

Horns, extended outros, strings, an oboe, and album art featuring more than three colors-- welcome to the new world of Interpol. Our Love to Admire is the sound of a minted Madison Square Garden band seeking to freshen its damp atmospherics. It's not a terrible idea: On Antics, even Interpol seemed tired of Interpol, capping the disc's 10 tracks with a couple drawn-out duds.  Full text...

Well, anyone hoping that this album would be their masterpiece, or even a dashing return to form, will probably be disappointed. It's not that "Our Love To Admire" is a bad album. Because Interpol on a bad day are worth a van full of Editors, JJ72s or The Departures.   Full text...

Interpol's only coming to grips with its ambitions on Our Love to Admire: Although the future may hold big things for the band's gloom-and-doom sound, this effort simply shows how much of a struggle remains to help transform that hunger into something more interesting.  Full text...

Oh No, They Didn't.  Full text...