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The Killers - 'Runaways'
The Killers are back, and at their best
It takes a little time to get there – the chorus doesn’t properly kick in for almost two minutes – but you know just where this one is headed from the opening line onwards: “Blonde hair blowin’ in the summer wind/Blue-eyed girl playing in the sand”. And when that chorus finally does arrive? Hoo, boy. Amid a crescendo of windmilling, Townshend-esque guitars, Brandon’s tale of a dustbowl romance gone wrong transcends cliché, and instead enraptures you with the pure clench-fisted, bulgy-veined elation of it all. True, it’s unlikely to satisfy those aforementioned haters, but that’s their loss – this is pure Americanadrama as it’s meant to be done. Altogether now: “I knew it when I met you, I’m not gonna let you ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun…”
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