I don’t think I’ve ever felt pure joy in my life,” says Jonny Pierce, laughing under a bright summer sun on a recent afternoon in New York City. “What does it feel like? Tell me all about it!”
The fact of summer, that there is sunlight, that the man who says he has never known joy is boyishly-handsome, blonde-haired and laughing - if only this moment could be captured by a Polaroid and shown to him. Or, better yet, if the essence of it could be liquefied, extracted, and decanted into a test tube, you’d have the very substance that gives life to The Drums. It is a concoction of opposites. Not unlike the percussive instrument from which the band takes its name, it is the relentless beating down that brings out the music in them.
Who will have the courage to let the laughing man know that he is laughing, that the feeling he might be a semblance of the joy he says he’s never known?