Within the pages of Mark Beaumont's book is a rock concert. On the drums, keeping the story on track, are the events that unfold for a local Las Vegas band from 2001 until 2013. Helming the guitar are some of the most catchy riffs and popular songs that over the last few decades the world has heard. At bass is a moody behind the music account of the bands origin story, rise to fame and internal conflict that comes naturally with success. Lastly, the singer is a distinguishable frontman whose voice is of someone motivated to be nothing less than great and lyrics reveal him to be a skillful enigma. "Who's playing this show?" you find yourself asking. My response, of course is "The Killers."
This book was a ride. I loved every minute of it. It reminded me of all of The Killers songs that I loved and took me back to the first time I heard them. As each album was discussed in the book, I would go back and listen to it in its entirety, falling in love with a couple new tracks along the way. Hats off to Mark Beaumont whose writing demonstrated great knowledge, research and time spent on the subject. While him being a music journalist largely lent a hand to his expertise of the craft and subject. The thorough recounting of the band's history pieced together from first or second hand interviews, articles and other public resources, was quite impressive.
While I could spend time on All of The Things that each member of the band, and the group overall, has Done. I won't. I want you to read this book. I will though briefly touch on the band's songwriter and frontman, Brandon Flowers, and what left an impression on me the most. Like I mentioned at the start, he is an enigma. When he was Young, a Mormon boy pure of heart, he oddly enough wanted to be a rockstar--really he wanted to be a rock God but for Mormon's there is only one true God. In his youth Somebody Told him about the glistering lights in the desert. He was immediately drawn to the warm weather, Joy Ride and cheap thrills that is Las Vegas but not for the Reasons you think you know. Being Human he could never cast the first stone, but drugs, sex and gambling weren't the cause of his attraction to Las Vegas. It was the energy, the entertainment, the up all night and sleep all day mentality found there that captured his attention and stroked his creative mind. It is the city where his heart would be broken, and he would learn to look at the Brightside of things. A Dustland Fairytale in Nevada, where he would meet the fellow bandmates that would shape his career and course of music history. This all makes the Battle for success that Flower's and the Killer's had as a band so fascinating.
Go read this book, and thank you so much for stopping by and reading this post. Ugh, that's a garbage ending. The Killer's actually say "goodbye" so much better.
"We hoped that you enjoyed your stay/ it's good to have you with us, even if it is just for the day/ outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain't far away"