...but I still think Yannis is a prick. I have a thing for holding grudges against people I don't really know, and I'm still kind of shitty that he corrected my pronounciation of Kele and didn't share his joint. Dick. Look at his shitty bearded face. But I still have to admit, Foals' repulsively named new LP is pretty swell.
As is their second single and album highlight, Spanish Sahara. I'm guessing the video was filmed in Sweden (they recorded the record in Gothenburg). Actually, the remix below the video is probably better. Listen to that. Download it too if you fancy.
Spanish Sahara (Mount Kimbie Remix) by cohenburg
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Foals Interview
[This is an interview I did with Foals in Bristol with my friend Mark Higgins either late 2007 or early 2008; or perhaps some other time entirely, I don't really remember]
We walked into Foals’ cosy little band room atop the Carling Academy to find the band in what appeared to be a relatively relaxed mood. Yannis Philippakis, the lead singer, is comfortably slumped on a couch with a lead singers best friend, cough medicine, nestled close by his side, and a lead singers worst enemy, marijuana, lodged firmly between his fingers in the form of a joint. Edwin Congreave, who plays keyboards, is having the most fun, drawing in colourful texter on blank record covers of an EP of covers that Foals did with their Canadian tour-mates Holy Fuck. Apparently the proper record covers hadn’t come though in time, “so I’m just making something really disgusting because someone is actually going to buy this.”
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