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