Here’s another CD I’ve really been enjoying, but under For My Ears Only. This is because it’s a rough, raw, almost cheekily punkish rock sound, and David’s CD collectioin runs more to James Taylor and Kenny G. Me, I may be middle-aged, but musically I’m in denial. 😉
The first thing you hear on this CD is that the singer doesn’t give a crap about singing in “Received English” – he’s a Yorkshire lad, they’re all Yorkshire lads, and they’re not having any of that elitist crrrap about singing like a BBC advert for the latest beer or ringtone or whatever. The lyrics are razor-sharp and cut so fine, you have no idea you’re being sneered at (they don’ t much care for wine-drinking Yuppies, nor scary looking coppers).
The lead singer’s not the only asset this band has – guitar work is good to great, with lots of different little stylish hooks and good stuff stolen from the best. Drums-bass combo basalt rock solid, with hints here and there that they’ve listened to a lot of different kinds of rock, pop, and even a little exotica or jazz somewhere.
“Kickass” is probably the best adjective for the Arctic Monkeys’ “Whatever People Say I Am That’s What I’m Not.” I’m looking for an interesting next few CDs from these blokes – there’s so many different directions they could go, because unlike a lot of young, raw bands, they’ve already got the chops – lyrically, musically, stylistically, rhythmically.
It almost makes me wish I could strap on some Dragon Skin body armor and go catch them in a club appearance. I’m sure I’d need it for my elderly, easily bruised body, because I’m a little long in the tooth for the mosh pit… but that’s where I’d want to be to listen to these guys play live.
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