Inexorable beats and looming heartache fill the songs of Polica, a band from Minneapolis that performed at Webster Hall on Friday night. Its music opens up wide spaces to expose tidings of desire, separation, longing, bitterness and resolve: breakup songs that absolve no one.

Yes, yes, yes. I know that I'm turning this blog into a surrogate Poliça fan site. Don't worry I won't go that far. Fan sites are for creepy obsessives and I'd never do that.

One day though, instead of just posting tons of videos and saying 'this is good', I'm going to try and write up how I feel about the music of Poliça.

For now, this live review in yesterday's New York Times will suffice.