While I enjoy a nice relaxing bath after a tiring day at work, I hear an indisputable racket from the neighbor on the second floor. God, what a mess!
"What the hell are you doing? Idiot, turn down the music!" yelling like a madman.
He doesn't turn it down.
I dry off, wrap myself in a towel, and grab a rod.
Other people in the building are also pissed, an elderly lady who loses her memory but not her wits waves a stick in protest. Only a brat seems to love that blaring music and nods like an automaton.
What the hell is this damned mix of guitars played shoddily with a voice that makes Britney Spears shudder?
My neighbor, disturbed by my very angry face, reluctantly turns it down.
"What is this garbage?"
He tells me they are the Arctic Monkeys, a revelation band from 2006. The critics spoke well of them and their sales have been exorbitant. He shows me the CD, shamelessly original: titles as long as a Latin vocabulary and practically senseless. Songs all alike with the frontman who seems awkward and unwilling, so much so that it seems he has a cactus in a certain ambiguous place.
I cry.
How can things like this be promoted?
But by now it’s known: 76% of singers who gain popularity from the internet are often mediocre. My neighbor promises to listen to the CD with the iPod but I am not satisfied: I have discovered a very ugly truth. Rock 'n' roll is dead. These would be Punk? And what about the Sex Pistols then? Overpunk? For heaven's sake... Out of pity, I give a Pink Floyd CD to that kid who has lost the right path, hoping that "The Wall" will make him change his mind.
Did I say rock 'n' roll is dead? I meant to say: music is dead.
With affection and despair.
P.S.: who the hell is that drugged idiot on the cover?
These guys are not like all the others you’ve listened to while remaining 'almost' impassive.
Great drums, an insistent bass line, skewed and non-skewed guitars, and raspy voices chase each other in a work that is simple and fun but, at the same time, as surprising as a rock album should be.
Three-quarters of this record is crap.
Rock and roll is really something else.
The dazzling sparkle of 'I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor' woke me from my THC dreams.
I hope the Monkeys saga isn’t a one-off and that we proceed to a slow (but not too slow) screwing of the record companies.
"A great debut album that paves the way for a great career."
"It’s a homogeneous album that follows a certain order but manages to always be innovative in mixing instrumental roles and sometimes reversing them."
This is an album, yes, absolutely enjoyable, but certainly not a masterpiece or anything similar, an album in truth, just above mediocre.
It’s a record to listen to when you don’t want to dive into too demanding listens without it falling too much into the commercial.