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From The Desk Of Garbage’s Butch Vig: “The Killing”

Garbage is back. And the band’s sound is the same—but different. Not Your Kind Of People (StunVolume) is the quartet’s first album since 2005, and the distance has got Garbage’s creative juices flowing in exciting ways. First single “Blood For Poppies” has the same driving drums, ripping guitars and biting lyrics as earlier LPs but a poppier hook, while “Battle In Me” is much angrier and, well, Garbage-ier. Not Your Kind Of People is a great fusion of the old and the new—and after seven years of waiting, we are pretty psyched the band is back. The quartet will be guest editing magnetmagazine.com for two weeks, but for those of you who need more Garbage, read our 20 Questions feature with Shirley Manson and Butch Vig.

Vig: By now, anyone who watched The Killing last season knows they suffered a mega social-media backlash after being showered with critical accolades, all because they didn’t answer one simple question in the final episode 13: “Who killed Rosie Larsen?” Now season two is upon us, and I find myself just as riveted as I was before, and it’s not because I’m dying to know who committed the crime; it’s because the acting is so damn good, the characters so well-written, that I don’t want the show to end each week. Mireille Enos and Joel Kinnaman are brilliant as Seattle Detectives Linden and Holder. They are both getting more obsessed and entangled with the investigation each day it drags on, while their personal lives are falling apart. Enos is amazing, her steely, steady gaze unwavering each time she questions someone for another clue. And Kinnaman’s presence is electrifying; he’s all wired up and unpredictable. But the whole cast is excellent, and one of the reasons I love this show is they don’t fill the frame with dead bodies and car crashes. Some of the most intense moments are the dialogue between Brent Sexton and Michelle Forbes. As Rosie’s grieving parents, they are grappling with anger, fear and frustration, and they struggle to make sense of the madness. When season two ends and supposedly the killer will be revealed, I’ll be quietly rooting for a season three.