Proud Member of the Arctic Monkey’s Backlash
I remember reading a few weeks back a major puff piece in the New York Times (I would link the article here but NY Times decided to make us pay for their special brand of urban open minded closed mindedness) about the Arctic Monkeys, something that they will eventually matter more than Picasso or something equally ridiculous, and thinking to myself, “What’s all the hub bub about bub?” I’m often quick to defend certain phenomenon from the backlash that almost always ensues, but I just don’t really get it, with the onslaught of Gang of Four/Talking Heads revivalists, such as the Bloc Party, Interpol, Get Him Eat Him, and well Gang of Four, they sound like another hummmmmm in the sea of white noise. The article continued to go on begging us to look deeper into early 20 something’s lyrics something about how he hates going to clubs and everyone that goes there is wasting there time, basically it brought me to realize that they aren’t the masters of college angst but more like the Jerry Seinfeld of rock n’ roll, remember Seinfeld himself stated “there’s more to life than making shallow, fairly obvious observations.” Not that I have anything against 20 somethings writings, Dylan wrote his best stuff in his 20’s, and if anyone has seen Proof with Gwenyth “I named my kid Apple” Paltrow, you’re most creative years come before you are 23, which I half-heartedly agree with just look at Rivers Cuomo. Anyway I’m getting off track, the Arctic Monkey’s, let’s just call them the Franz Ferdinand of 2006, not the second coming of The Beatles.