My Breakfast With Gjuddy: Special Edition: Arctic Monkeys Review
Arctic Monkeys
Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not
Well. What can I say. Gjuddy’s first entry is somewhat surprising as I was expecting something along the lines of Cinderella. While I laud his first choice, I can’t really say it’s my cup of tea. Right off the bat, I’m reminded of The White Stripes, really really drunk with more instruments. Then hackneyed UK riffs, licks and repetitiveness sinks in.
It’s tiring to me that a lot of UK bands seem to have nothing more daring to provide us with musically than mimicking the Beatles as a template for their pop-ish, foppish, mop-topish pop dribblings. Structure, effects and a panorama of things I’ve heard from the sixties litter the tunes here. Add a little touch of Blur without the creative, avant garde meanderings, toss in a few hundred pints of guinness and set this drunken “poet” loose on the mic and you’ll get a little bit of an idea of what I thought of this disk. Look! The guy thinks it’s cool to smoke on the cover of the album! He must be a real tough guy.
Overall given the frenetic, yet limp garage-band punk-eque pounding beats of bands like that previously mentioned black and red band over the past 6 years, I’m kinda bored with this type of music. Then again, considering most of the world’s teeny-boppers are still listening to hip-hop, this could be considered refreshing to the untrained pre-pubescent ear.
I do have to admit, I found myself bopping my head frenetically against my will. While listening at work, I was compelled to do the “Swim” and the “Mashed Potato”. I stopped short of “The Worm” as I found myself getting a nauseous headache. By the end of the disk, I wished I had 16 pints of dark ale and a few packs of smokes into me. Same result listening to this heinousness , I say.
Final observation? BAH!