...according to our Clinton on Mon 27 Nov, 2006.
It's fitting that, as I wave the music biz goodbye, one of the last records I am forced to listen to against my will is the new Arctic Monkeys album. I have to admit that there's very few bands over the years that I have hated more than this one. Having listened to the album all the way through this morning (with an open mind and ears, I'll have you know) I can safely say that I don't like one single song. I really couldn't believe that I hated it as much as I did. It's made me realise once and for all that I am in no way 'down with the kids' - the two bands that they remind me of are Reef and Ocean Colour Scene who I used to hate with a passion that you wouldn't believe. The bloke on the sleeve is an amalgamation of every single person who will buy this record i.e normal blokes who like fags, booze and birds. Nothing wrong with that of course but this record is the musical equivalent of Nuts magazine. It will sell millions. On Domino. (He loves it really the big floppy indie kid.....)This is ARCTIC MONKEYS guvnor! The one. The one what we've all been waiting for.
The thing that's gonna make all them drunken nights and rows with the missus and daft conversations in sweaty clubs all make sense. The thing that's gonna make the indie kid dance like a knob next to the heavyweight skinhead and the shy girl whose sister went to your school.
This is the one that ya can stick on and sing out loud and mean every
word…. cos it's all happened to ya, times many. The gangs who used to hang around in town: punks, teddys, mods or whatever are give up and go home and become fuckin accountants or something. The invisible line in the sand that used to mean that them lot liked this type of thing, and them freaky looking kids are into this has been blown away. All that remains is a mixed bag of everything in the 21st century and to me this album soundtracks it perfectly.
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