No ‘feeling it’. No sunglasses. No rocking out. No improvising. No noodling. No psyching up the crowd. No pretending you’re cool. I understand that if someone’s gonna make me his idea of cool I can’t control that. But no wearing the rock-and-roll hat. Volume. Volume. Volume. Volume onstage. We like it to sound uniform, even, and loud as fuck.
— You will need a subscription to the New Yorker to read this profile of James Murphy, but it may very well be worth it.