From the chatter on the streets (by which I mean the chatter among about a dozen of my friends), the acts people seem to be excited about seeing at the Pitchfork Music Festival
are R. Kelly, Bjork, and the Breeders. But I'm eager to see Wire, one of my favorite bands, perform today. At this stage, Wire occupy a status all-too-often ignored in indie-rock circles: a great band who made their best work years ago but still happen to be cranking out very good albums (see Mission of Burma). I reviewed
(and enjoyed) Wire's most recent release, Change Becomes Us
, for our spring record-review roundup; but for old time's sake, let's listen to my favorite Wire song, "Map Ref. 41°N 93°W." Taken off their third album, 154
, it's a song that puts Roxy Music's warped-synth-and-guitar sound into a Molotov cocktail, spreading out warps and whooshes like a blanket of flames. Wire balance distortion and beauty so well that it's no surprise My Bloody Valentine covered the song
(and were presumably inspired by it). And the lyrics, a word collage seemingly about the rigidity of location, are as compelling and abstract as the music itself. If you haven't heard today's 12 O'Clock Track before, take a listen below the jump to hear why you should catch this band later today.