It's been awhile. Too long since i felt this sick. Sick of the daily grind. That is to say; that which I felt lacking from this existence of ours: boss suede.
A few bands evoke such grown-up dapperness: The Black Keys (selections), Jay-Z (most, but not every song), Quasimoto, 빈지노 and a few others... but I digress. The Arctic Monkey's new album AM is sickly legit listening for what those living in this stop-gap between Summer and Autumn (or Winter to Spring for the mates down South of the equator) need and should want. That boulavard fresh swagger inducing beat shaken - not stirred - with speed-ball tempo and manic-depressive melodies; no more words can suffice to describe this simply devine concoction of pure distilled emotion of the enlightened human-spirit.
Seemingly sampling from the Gods of rock (QOTSA) to perennial R&B makers of mass taste like Usher and new-gen cultural fusionists like Drake (among others - forgive the short-term memory ganj influenced state of this writer) The Arctic Monkeys have managed to perfectly enframe not only the essence, but the best of what at least the American-spirit (and unfortunately without an oppurtunity to experience the Euro music world as it is by others closer in geographical proximity I personally would venture to include that part of the world's spirit) has to offer at this particular juncture in time. And that is to say; this album be of the kind that deserves a place above the hearth's mantle of any household to be put on display for suceeding generations as that which is worthy of admiration and also as what should serve as a bearing towards - or rather upon the path of - further emotional and human refinement.
One for the Road; Why'd you Only Call me When You're High; I Wanna be Yours are this particular writer's favorite tracks off of the current album. More should be said - more must be said - about each different song's unique emotion invoking tenor and character, but alas time is limited for such musings at this moment. However, sometimes brevity is what is required when something so necessary prefaces speaking of that which must be essentially experienced. So go forth and feel my good Sirs and Madams!
