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Metric have seen the future. and it sings "Alison."
"I always get mistaken for Elvis Costello, and we always tease our drummer, Joules, for looking like Stewart Copeland," says guitarist Jimmy Shaw, running his hands through his Imperial Bedroom–era hair. "Last summer, we had the most unbelievable experience with that. We went up to Harlem to see the Police and Costello tape a show, and at one point it was Elvis Costello and Stewart Copeland sitting together onstage—"
"I kept looking up at them," interrupts singer Emily Haines excitedly, casually leaning over Shaw's arms, "and then back at Jimmy and Joules. It was this totally fucked-up time warp, like an aging process happening from audience to stage. Oh, my God! Past, future. Insane. Unsane."
Not a bad fate, if you can get it. Turns out, the future is a pretty intoxicating topic for the quartet, one that fueled the creation of their third album, Fantasies (out April 14). The group, who met 11 years ago while living in Williamsburg, recorded most of it in their home base, Toronto, on the heels of Haines's solo album, Knives Don't Have Your Back (2006), and her contemplative personal travels to Argentina. The record is a ruminative creation, expansive in production yet intentionally simpler in structure than their past new wave/rock efforts. Nowhere in their perky dance debut Old World Underground, Where Are You Now? (2003) or more dissonant Live It Out (2005) was there a cut as stirring as the new "Front Row" or one with the adrenaline immediacy of current single "Help I'm Alive." On Fantasies, each song seems instinctual and a bit surreal.
Behind the dreamy, spacious flow, however, is sharp anticipation; unlike past albums, the band wrote this one without yet feeling the emotions behind it. Ironically, this was their most concerted attempt at honesty—or, in the sweeping philosophical tangentials they're so fond of, this was their first stab at self-actualization. In fact, they are endearingly excitable with this type of songwriters-circle discourse and have admitted to it since their inception (Shaw and Haines, along with bassist Josh Winstead and Copeland-ite Joules Scott-Key, are all original members). When I meet them in a Wall Street office one rainy afternoon, they are spilling over with it.
"The lyrics I'd written, up 'til this record, were about taking note, taking stock of the things that were wrong and disappointments," explains Haines, a ringer for Uma Thurman (this is one genetically blessed band). "But whenever you make a record, you're pretty much writing a script for yourself for the next few years. Live It Out, for example, was a record based on touring three years before and was the record that facilitated us touring two years after. In retrospect, I realized we wrote our own path with the music that we made. I saw that if I wrote a record about having a broken heart, I'd have to inhabit a broken heart onstage for the next two years. It was a revelation: Whatever we created was what we'd be living in. Fantasies is an idealistic record because we wanted to live in that."
That, or Jurassic Park.
"We wanted to open our imagination up, and you want the biggest space to do that," continues Shaw. "A main image we had while making the record was of a pterodactyl coming out of its shell, sitting on the edge of the Grand Canyon, ready to take its first flight. Our producer [John O'Mahony] would flap around pretending to be the pterodactyl." (There's the Williamsburg).
Metric are already proving successful at portending their brighter future. "Help I'm Alive," the first song Haines wrote in Argentina, reached No. 1 on CBS Radio and (at press time) was on its seventh week on the Canadian Hot 100 charts. The band also has an extensive North American tour slated for June. And, as Haines admits, they feel grounded in a way she didn't know before.
"It's really amazing to sing these songs," she says. "There is no divide between the words and what we feel now."
Metric, Fantasies, out April 14, ilovemetric.com
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