{An Antidote to the Pussy-Whipped Mopiness} “Favourite Worst Nightmares” by The Arctic Monkeys (2007)

Am I the only golden-eared melomaniac who prefers the Arctic Monkeys sophomore record to their kickoff album? Sure, there is no replacing barnburners like When the Sun Goes Down or The View From the Afternoon, but locomotives like Brianstorm and Teddy Picker aren’t far from the mark. And there’s nothing like the rockabilly Fluorescent Adolescent or the torch-bearing Only Ones Who Know on numero uno. Once again, Turner’s streetwise, moter-mouthed phrasings are the standout. His loquacious turns of phrase on Favourite Worst Nightmare are combative to the point of being arrogant—“Assuming that all things are equal / Who’d want to be men of the people / When there’s people like you?”—but he always pulls back the swagger enough to keep our respect. This bloke’s the real deal. My ears trip over themselves trying to keep pace with his slippery phrasings, moreover, there’s a certain breathless thrill to suspecting Turner’s urbane librettos will only get better with time. Let’s hope this colt doesn’t slow down any time soon. The Arctic Monkeys are an adrenaline shot to the heart of Rock. An antidote to the pussy-whipped mopiness of closet-Pop boybands like Coldplay and the Killers. They’re brokering a mid-decade, sinewy Renaissance for the Brit-scene as far as I’m concerned. Better late than not at all. Stay tuned.