SHUT UP AND PLAY THE HITS

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Its been an emotional week, the reformations of At the Drive In and Refused have played havok with the seratonin gland in my brain. The comedown came this morning when I was brutally reminded that LCD Soundsystem are still in a state of forever non existence. The trailer for this nearly bought me to tears, then again that may just be All My Friends because it has a tendency to do that. LCD Soundsystem are genuinely one of the most important bands to ever exist, their music was a defiant stand against every element of banality and indeed control in the music industry, a band who consistently did everything their own way and never looked back. Even their termination by James Murphy at the very height of their career is a statement in itself, a refusal to peter out and a determination to explode with the biggest celebration of perhaps any band in history.

SHUT UP AND PLAY THE HITS is a film by Dylan Southern and Will Lovelace which looks at the immediate aftermath of the the split of LCD following their blistering 4 hour performance at Madison Squarre Gardens, focussing on the lead up to the show and the personal ramifications for James Murphy himself the following day. The question is, what does the man who held the world in his palm do when he lets go?

The details of their last ever show can be found here: http://www.mintmagazine.co.uk/music/lcd-soundsystem-last-ever-show/

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