Esto aplica para Arctic Monkeys, con un apabullante debut y un gran segundo album, están de regreso, ganando premios.
En esta ocasión el evento fue Shockwaves NME Awards, en el O2 Academy Brixton en Londres, auspiciado por el semanario inglés New Musical Express, Arctic Monkeys se llevó el premio por el mejor devedé editado durante el año pasado.
Los nominados eran
Arctic Monkeys – 'At The Apollo' Foo Fighters – 'Live At Wembley Stadium' Kaiser Chiefs – 'Live At Elland Road' Muse – 'HAARP' The Rolling Stones – 'Shine A Light'
El premio lo recibieron Alex Turner y el Director Richard Ayoade, con un muy breve discurso agradecieron el premio, bastante peculiar por cierto.
De este poster solo se editarán 500 ejemplares, por lo que es una joyita, si bien es costoso (algo así como 12 libras)vale la pena tenerlo. Es el poster del show que ofrecieron en Melbourne en el Palais Theatre.
Pues durante la semana me encontré con que el devedé ARCTIC MONKEYS AT THE APOLLO ya estaba disponible en las tiendas, en una edición nacional, lo que se agradece por que el costo es menor y brinda la oportunidad de comprar otras cosas, como por ejemplo... uns sencillo.
Finalmente ayer adquirí dicho devedé en la tienda de discos, esa...la del logo azul. Tenía un descuento del 20% por ser el segundo devedé más vendido, lo cual me hizo pensar, "Si la gente no los conociera...no compraría su material" Entonces, de que hay fans los hay, pienso que el asunto es que los promotores no se ponen las pilas.
Afortunadamente, nuevo disco es sinónimo de nueva gira, aún no tengo idea del título del tercer album, solo el logo, y una camiseta de reciente adición a la tienda oficial, pareciera que es Matt con una guitarra, no sé, quizás una nueva faceta del baterista/DJ de Arctic Monkeys.
We'll take a little walk to the edge of town And go across the tracks Go where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom And shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the humming wires and the border fires, Where you know you're never coming back,
Past the square, past the mill, past the bridge, past the stacks On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with a Red Right Hand,
He'll wrap you in his arms, and tell you that you've been a good boy He'll rekindle all of those dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul and there wont be a single thing that you can do He's a man, he's a god, he's a ghost, he's a guru They're whispering his name across this disappearing land But hidden in his coat is a Red Right Hand,
You havn't got no money? He'll get you some You havn't got no car? He'll get you one You got no self-respect, You feel like an insect Well don't you worry buddy, cause here he comes Through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slum A shadow is cast wherever he stands Stacks of green paper in his Red Right Hand..
You see him in your nightmares, you see him in your dreams But he'll appear out of nowhere but he's not what he seems You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen And hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off He's a god, he's a ghost, he's a man, he's a guru, You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan Designed and directed by his Red Right Hand...............
CRYING LIGHTNING
Sat in the cafe by the cracker factory, You were practicing a magic trick, And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed, On the last of your pic and mix.
Said your mistaken if you thinking that i have been caught cold before As you bit into your strawberry lace, And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper, Is all you have left and it was going to waste.
Your past-times, consisted of the strange, And twisted and deranged, And I love that little game you had called, Crying lightning, And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons.
The next time that I caught my own reflection, It was on it's way to meet you, Thinking of excuses to postpone. You never look like yourself from the side, But your profile did not hide, The fact you knew I was approaching your throne.
With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war. And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw.
And your past-times, consisted of the strange, And twisted and deranged, And I hate that little game you had called, Crying lightning, And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons.
Uninviting, But not half as impossible as everyone assumes, You are crying lightning.
Your past-times, consisted of the strange, And twisted and deranged, And I hate that little game you had called, Crying lightning, Crying lightning, Crying lightning, Crying lightning.
Your past-times, consisted of the strange, And twisted and deranged, And I hate that little game you had called, Cry-ing.
Cumpliendo ese principio de física que dice todo lo que sube tiene que bajar... llega el último video de Arctic Monkeys, en la gira de BIG DAY OUT. Por ahora, durante estas dos semanas he notado que son una de las bandas más frescas de la actuaslidad y que son fans de The Living End, en particular de White Noise, es una gran canción.
En fin, una gran banda, geniales en estos videos e impresionantes en vivo.
