“Munich” sounds like Interpol if all the members wore black eyeliner and borrowed the Edge from U2 and told him to play faster. The genius of this track is the chorus, with its wailing sirens of guitar that beg to be played at top volume in a club. It should do a pretty nice job of filling dance floors on goth/industrial night. As for the B-side, “French Disko”: Singing the phrase “la resistance” with a French accent when you’re from the Midlands? Pretentious.
Prefix review: Editors [The Back Room] by Adam Brent Houghtaling