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Arctic Monkeys - Who the Fuck Are Arctic Monkeys Ep (2006) Retail CD
Music > Albums > Arctic Monkeys - Who the Fuck Are Arctic Monkeys Ep (2006) Retail CD
added on August 10, 2007, at 20:51 by Sarge!"Bring on the backlash!" demands front Monkey Alex Turner in the comeback single from a band that never went away in the first place. Their recent world-conquering success would cause most other young bands to vanish in a cloud of tantrums and intoxicants, but these whippersnappers seem determined to prove they've got staying power.
Smack bang in the middle of their U.S. tour Arctic Monkeys drop their most chest-thumping EP yet, featuring the raucous opener from their LP, a thorough reworking of an old song and three new slabs of simian succulence.
The View From The Afternoon is getting all the radioplay, and though it's always been a bit confused it's still the best thing on the airwaves at the moment. Cigarette Smoker Fiona drops all the strippers and lyrics from its earlier version and focuses on yet another night of debauchery. If anything it's a slight improvement on the unreleased original - and not just because it rhymes ghetto with stilettoes.
Two of the remaining tracks are slower and more sober: Despair In The Departure Lounge sees a sad soul watching sitcoms on a plane to keep his mind off his lonely heart, while the chirpier No Buses investigates infidelity and the lunacy of chasing what you can't have. "And just 'cos everybody's doing it / Does that mean that I can too?" asks Alex wistfully, before the song shrugs its shoulders and turns into a George Formby cover (almost).
And then to finish, there's the obscene, self-referencing title track. Taking a snarling stand against the short-lived nature of success and celebrity - as well as the willingness of their contemporaries to conform - the Arctic Monkeys don't just throw down the gauntlet with this track, they nail it to the floor. "Just 'cos we're having our say-so / Not lining up to be Playdough / Oh in five years time will it be / Who the ****'s Arctic Monkeys?" wonders Alex. On the strength of this, I doubt it. | |
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