"The end of a trip leaves me with a sad aftertaste the same as the end of a novel. When I am returning from a trip, the best part is not going through the airport or getting home, but the taxi ride in between: you’re still traveling, but not really." - Édouard Levé
This is the exact mood this song makes me feel.
I tried to like the eponymous '08 debut by Calgary avant indie rockers Women, but it seemed unable to decide if it wanted to be truly experimental and struck me as a half-baked collage of sound. The group made one more album in 2010, which I didn't bother getting, and went on hiatus later that year. Guitarist Christopher Reimer died in 2012, ending any chance for further music. Later that year half of Women formed a new outfit, Viet Cong. I disregarded them out of hand, but earlier this year I saw them perform at a winter music festival and was sufficiently intrigued to buy the $5 cassette of their debut full-length. I wasn't fully won over at first, but I played it enough to warrant an upgrade to a real format; now it's one of my favorite albums of 2015. Viet Cong still walks that line between experimental and straight melody, but the grooves and songs trounce Women. I've gone back and listened to the old material and it still doesn't move me. I'm glad I took a chance on Viet Cong.
The intro to this is playing on repeat in my head right now. Only started listening to these guys this week, but the album is fantastic - the singer reminds me of Spencer Krug and the music has a bleak 80's nihilistic vibe going on, but in a good way.