Arctic Monkeys were defiant, teenaged oiks when they blasted out of Sheffield and obscurity six years ago. “You’re not from New York City, you’re from Rotherham,” acne-splattered front man Alex Turner jeered at the poseurs by whom he felt himself surrounded.
That indulgent track can be forgiven, though, because all those that surround it are so full of fun and tenderness that one might be mistaken into believing that the sun shines out of Jonny’s arse
Turn your bar into Mojo for the night with a Spotify playlist of killer riffs
There are examples elsewhere of Polly Jean shoving her perviness into listeners’ ears, but none pop up on Let England Shake
There’s no fey, ‘hey nonny nonny’ tut on this, their sixth album; there’s a muscularity, a blue collar element in the spirit of Springsteen
The biggest-selling tunes of 2010 were, by and large, rubbish. These weren’t big sellers, but they were aces…
Don’t know what to do with the iTunes vouchers you got for Chrimbal? Why not buy the best albums of 2010.
Party season is upon us, and the punters want to dance. Forget crunk, grime and X Factor failures… Give em’ some Northern Soul
Sambrook’s recently offloaded its millionth pint of ale – and now it’s launched a limited-edition porter, the first of many seasonal drinks planned.