When I was in New York twenty years back, on a great trip with one of my best friends, we went to a nightclub called The English Disco. It was an odd experience, and insight into American perception of Englishness. I remember Duran Duran being played immediately after Joy Division, something that would never happen here.
In the same way there's something extremely odd about the music of Brooklyn's Nation of Language. The template for their sound is unmistakably Orchestral Manoeuveres in the Dark, including the uncool shapes that Andy McCluskey used to throw at the mic which made him an unattractive option for aspiring young hipsters who gravitated instead towards Julian Cope and Ian McCulloch.
Nevertheless, Nation of Language do this all very well. Listening to and looking at them it's as if OMD stayed forever on Factory, their original record label, and drafted in Peter Hook on bass and Peter Saville to design their record sleeves. I imagine they should have a debut album coming up soon along the pipeline.
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