FUCK NO ARCTIC MONKEYS PRESENTS - The Most Hateful Moments of Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I Am Not (in honor of its anniversary)
The View From the Afternoon
Music: The dueling guitars.
Lyrics: And you can pour your heart out around 3 o’clock when the 2-for-1’s undone the writer’s block.
I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor
Music: Dead heat between the opener and the last “from 1984”.
Lyrics: Well there aint no love, no Montagues or Capulets. Just banging tunes and DJ sets and dirty dancefloors. And dreams of naughtiness.
Fake Tales of San Francisco
Music: “And YEAH I’d love to tell you all my problem…”
Lyrics: But his bird said it’s amazing, though, so all that’s left is the proof that love’s not only blind but deaf.
Dancing Shoes
Music: The drums and lyrics on the last “Get on your dancing shoes, you sexy little swine…”
Lyrics: The only reason that you came. So what you scared for?
You Probably Couldn’t See For the Light But You Were Staring Straight At Me
Music: The last time this happens —->
Lyrics: One look sends it coursing through the veins. Oh, how the feeling races back up to their brains to form expressions on there stupid faces.
Still Take You Home
Music: The intro because I always go “Eeeee yes!” when I hear that reverb, but also - “Oh you don’t know nothin, I fancy you with a passion!” I just want to fall on the floor every time. (Also “Hannnndssuuhhh…”)
Lyrics: Well, it’s ever so funny. I don’t think you’re special, I don’t think you’re cool. You’re just probably alright. But under these lights you look beautiful...
Riot Van
Music “…but they couldn’t care less.”
Lyrics: “Have you been drinking, son? You don’t look old enough to me.” “I’m sorry, Officer. Is there a certain age you’re s’posed to be? Cause nobody told me…” (some of my favorites, period)
Red Light Indicates Doors Are Secured
Music: “He said no surrender! No chance of retreat!”
Lyrics: Well, how come it’s already two pound fifty? We’ve only gone about a yard… OR But this lad at the side drinking his Smirnoff ice came and paid for her tropical Reef.
Mardy Bum:
Music: The solo, the solo, and also the solo. (Also the last argumentative like Erin said. I CAN PICK TWO IF I WANT!)
Lyrics: And I can’t be arsed to carry on in this debate that reoccurs oh where you say I don’t care. But of course I do. Yeah, I clearly do.
Perhaps Vampires Is A Bit Strong But…
Music: The way the driving music cuts out for the smarmy drawl of Al’s voice in the chorus. I know it’s terrible not to say the shout, but this is how I feel.
Lyrics: YOU MEAN BESIDES THE TITLE?! WHICH IS SEVERELY UNDERRATED?! - I’m not like you, and I don’t want your advice or your praise or to move in the ways you do. And I never will.
When The Sun Goes Down
Music: “……………..said he’s a scumbag don’t you know.”
Lyrics: She doesn’t do major credit cards, I doubt she does receipts. It’s all not quite legitimate.
From The Ritz to the Rubble
Music: I had numerous ideas for this including the “da da da da’s” at the end and “Now the haze has ascended it don’t make no sense anymore…AW!” But then it started and I knew the best part is and always will be - “Last night there’re these two bouncers…”
Lyrics: …and one of them’s alright, the other one’s the scary one. It’s his way or no way. Totalitarian. He’s got no time for you looking or breathing how he don’t want you to. So step out the queue. He makes examples of you, and there’s nowt you can say. Behind they go through to the bit where you pay, and you realize then that it’s finally the time to walk back past 10,000 eyes in the line. And you can swap jumpers and make another move. Instilled in your brain you’ve got something to prove to all the smirking faces and the boys in black. Why can’t they be pleasent? Why can’t they have a laugh? He’s got his hand on your chest, he wants to give you a duff. Well, secretly I think they want it all to kick off. They want arms flying everywhere and bottles as well. It’s just something to talk about. A story to tell.
A Certain Romance
Music: I just want to honorably mention the drums in the intro and how he switches between two pounds and roll before I say what everyone is thinking - the bloody outro.
Lyrics: Well, over there there’s friends of mine. What can I say? I’ve known them for a long, long time. And, yeah, they might overstep the line. But you just cannot get angry in the same way.
