
Let’s get one thing straight—don’t let the name The Kills fool you. This isn’t some guttural death metal band you’ll regret playing at full volume in polite company. No, this is electric magic—the kind that grabs you by the collar and drags you onto the dance floor before you even know what’s happening.
Last night, I fell into their 2011 album Blood Pressures, and it all started with the opening track: “Future Starts Slow.” I hit play—and boom. Where has this band been all my life? More importantly… where the hell has rock like this been?
Before I ever listened, I had one vague connection: Alison Mosshart, the band’s frontwoman, hanging out with Anthony Bourdain on an old Parts Unknown episode. She was covering songs in the background while Bourdain floated through his usual smoky corners of the world. That was my first glance. But it wasn’t until I stumbled across her again through some “similar artists” rabbit hole that I realized—oh damn, this is something I need to hear.
And if Bourdain gave her the nod? Say no more. I’m in.
“Future Starts Slow” isn’t just a song—it’s a pulse. From the first beat, it hums with tension, like electricity just waiting to arc. There’s this moody, droning guitar line courtesy of Jamie Hince that wraps itself around your ears like static in slow motion. It’s dirty, it’s hypnotic, and it’s pure sonic seduction.
Then there’s Mosshart—her vocals don’t just glide, they growl, smooth and sharp all at once. When she and Hince trade lines, it’s not just a duet, it’s a showdown. There’s this primal chemistry between them that’s equal parts sultry and dangerous, like lovers arguing in the back of a speeding car.
And the beat? That pounding, primal rhythm is impossible to ignore. You don’t just hear it—you feel it, deep in your gut. It’s the kind of track that makes you daydream: you, beer in hand, front row at a dive bar gig, the speakers sweating, the crowd swaying, and that beat leading the way like a second heartbeat.
Yeah, “Future Starts Slow” dropped over a decade ago. Who cares? It could’ve come out yesterday and it would still sound fresher than most playlists today. That’s the magic of The Kills—they tap into something timeless and raw. They don’t chase trends, they carve their own path through them.
If you haven’t taken the plunge into Blood Pressures, do it. “Future Starts Slow” isn’t just an album opener—it’s a statement. A warning shot. And a promise that the electricity only gets wilder from here.