IT'S LIKE LEARNING A NEW LANGUAGE

If you ever wondered where a slave to the details comes from it is form this song!
This was my all-time favorite song for many years, many years ago.When I studied in Budapest we had this record on repeat night after night, while drinking red wine, painting our nails and smoking out of the window of our apartment on Fó utca. I just realized it has been such a long time since I have last listened to Interpol and this is an instant Budapest flashback for me, but also of my life in general in the early and mid 00's; small apartments around town, bleached hair, pale summer mornings and cold Helsinki nights, cigarette smoke.