Who are The Metric Mile?
The Metric Mile are electro-pop indie wonder boys from New York using drum machines, heart-tugging keyboards and guitars as their weapons of seduction.
Or maybe they are closet, shy obsessives who, having had their heads blown by the late 80's UK independent scene, started writing songs like these, four minute love letters for the discontented.
I can't decide, it's both I think, starting as the latter and ending as the former. I'm thinking too much about this, I just know this record is too clever and too innocence both at the same time and I can't believe that.
The 5 songs on the EP are as joyful sounding as they are desperate sounding to me; I've often wondered how jangling strings across major chords could make that happen. It must be the vocals too, the slightly forlorn boy singer pinned to skipping, carefree electronic music. I must have heard the near hopelessness of his voice one hundred times in the last few days, but it's no less affecting.
As I write this I can't remember any of the lyrics to the songs or even the song titles properly either. I could look them up, but it's really not important, I remember how the sound of this record makes me feel. This is what's important to me, the joyful and the desperate, the clever and the innocent, dreaming and thinking when I close my eyes.
So, I'm dreaming and thinking of the times I'd be glad of getting caught in summer showers just so I could stand in shop doorways, take deep breaths and just listen because, really, nothing smells or sounds like that, does it? Or the times when a night out was worth it just because it meant catching the night bus home, ignoring the drunken rowdiness and watching Newcastle unfurl through the darkness across Byker Bridge.
This record has brought on such whimsical notions, thoughts I'd stored away a long time ago, secretly hoping they were going to happen again someday.