Call me the chest-beating, hair-rending, existential angst-ridden type, but news headlines can bring me to tears. Tales of suffering, past and present, creep up to my bed in shadowy form at 2.30am and sit heavily beside me.
Surely such tales haunt Bastille’s Dan Smith, as well. Eros and Thanatos, libido and mortido serve as the sonic flames and shadows in Pompeii, the moving song that has propelled this talented band to fame. Indeed, with its gorgeous, primal chorus, Pompeii could be an anthem for the regenerative spirit of humankind, albeit an anthem sung amidst the rubble of our sins. In a mere three and a half minutes, Pompeii gives us muchneeded, heart-pumping optimism. — Karen Zarker