KAPOW! Arctic Monkeys and Surefire played a pop-tastic show at the Bowery Ballroom tonight. Mikey Skinner (aka The Streets) was there, and when I saw him I started to hyperventilate like an overactive teenager because I think “A Grand Don’t Come for Free” was the greatest album of 2004. David Bowie was there too.
In the esteemed opinion of both Gabriela and Nora, tonight’s show was better than last night’s “industry-type” affair at the Mercury Lounge that featured Lindsay’s sworn enemies, overzealous photographers. That was probably due to the fact that half of the people at the show were British, and the other half were in a good mood. By the second song a mosh pit was already forming right at the front of the stage. Arms were being thrown up in the air, and people were not singing along to the songs, they were shouting along. Some points during the show I felt like the crowd was only a few beers away from starting to sing fight songs and resorting to football hooliganism. But luckily for everyone, people cooled their jets and refrained from killing each other in the throes of musical passion.
Gotta say, I definitely enjoyed the show. I was surprised by how many songs sounded familiar to me seeing as how I’ve never really sat down and listened to the Arctic Monkeys. What the hell? It’s like osmosis or something like that going on. I’m totally tired, but I just want to say what I like about the Arctic Monkeys is that I think that even though they have that manic, jittery, rough-around-the-edges sound that’s so popular among today’s Brit Rock scene, I think the Monkeys have pretty clever lyrics. Really. Ok. More later. Zzzzz.
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