Liars, Liars


I used to work at this fancy-pants art consultation company in New York. Aside from me, there was only one other skater working there. One day, the other skater and I were cruising around Brooklyn in the work truck keeping an eye out for spots. Another one of the guys was with us--about 40 years old and totally rapt listening to us. “Oh man, I said, “Look at that bank to ledge. I want to switch back tail it sometime. Jerry said, “Yeah, a front Smith 180 out would be sick, but it might be ABD. And John, the non-skater driving the truck, just goes, “Man, that is so cool. I know you’re speaking English, but I have no idea what you’re saying!

I noticed that John was about to run a red light, so I said, “John, red light! He responded in this impressed way, “Yeah man, red light. That’s cool. Red light, thinking that I was teaching him “skater talk or something. So I said again, “Seriously! Red light! HIT THE BRAKES!!! and he just goes, “Wow, I don’t even know what that means!

That’s what this Liars album is like: I can tell that they’re using guitars and keyboards, but I have no idea what they’re getting at.--Andreas Trolf