Possibly/probably their best song, and possibly/probably one of the best songs at all, of all songs, it's a shame this will never happen again. Sure, there are recordings and sure there are other bands, but it's like the end of summer, except you know you are moving to the North Pole forever. Weather will still exist, but it ain't gonna be pretty. This video, shot straight from the crowd, laser beamed straight into James Murphy's stubbly pores, captures as much rowdy singalong as middle aged Murphy wail. When you're running out of the drugs/ And the conversation's grinding away.... Counting the sad days until Coachella offers LCD enough money to reform.