I’m Keen on Keane

Okay, I swear I’m not turning this into a pop culture blog, but I just got Keane’s album Hopes and Fears (a decidedly apropos title to be a soundtrack for political blogging these days), and it’s brilliant. They are like the beautiful bastard child of Chris Martin and Ben Folds.

I never listen to the radio anymore (in addition to finding myself the wretched old duffer sitting in the balcony of the Metro at whom I used to sneer half my life ago when 30 seemed impossibly old and the floor was the only place to see a show), so maybe this is old news to everyone else. This, however, is a musical crush of such magnitude as I haven’t experienced since Brett Anderson and I were So Young, hence my compulsion to share.

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