Over the last eight years, the Arctic Monkeys have gone from spastic punk, to doomed stoner rock, to sparkling guitar pop, to their fifth album’s skinny-jeaned funk. On AM, the quartet, now based in Los Angeles, offer a paranoid, haunted collection that
Reminds me of Arctic Monkeys song “Brianstorm” except the other way around: “I wish my name was Brian because maybe sometimes people would misspell my name and call me Brain. That’s like a free compliment and you don’t even gotta be smart to notice it.” Just funny: “I used t...
The Orwellsdestroyed the other night opening for Arctic Monkeys and Deerhunter at Agganis Arena. Yes, Agganis Arena, a corporate monstrosity, not very rock ‘n’ roll, but damn we just had to catch three bands we’ve loved over the years all packed together on one fine bill. Check out T...
I didn’t really understand the appeal. But upon further reflecting on the time that was 1998, a (kind of) pre-internet, post-grunge world, it’s bizarre to me that here was this album with a
Hey Sugar-The Smell of Burning Wood. These fine MTL boys know to rock and or roll with the best of them, and this album just cements it. The Glitch Mob-Love, Death, Immortality. Easily one of the catchiest electronic albums of the year, and so dark too. ...