I have no idea why I bought this. Nor do I have any memory of actually buying it. I used to be an avid reader of the NME (and The Melody Maker, prior to its demise), and thinking back this band was probably the last ‘new’ band to be hyped out of all believability before I stopped reading the music press altogether.
I must have heard I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor on Radio 1, heard about the band’s fans crashing mySpace, and seen enough promise to go out and buy the album. It seems I’m not alone – apparently the album is the fastest-selling debut album in British music history. I think I listened to it once and it’s been languishing in the racks ever since.
They’re a pretty tight band – and they’re adept enough musicians to fill their songs with lead licks rather than simply chugging away on chords like most other bands – but I find Alex Turner’s ‘reet common I am’ Sheffield accent really grates. I’m sure the band has grown up by now, but my lasting image of seeing them in the NME was as a group of pale, spotty teenagers who really didn’t warrant all the hype that was being bestowed on them.
It’s a nice album title, taken from the original novel of the 1960 film Saturday Night and Sunday Morning – but that’s about the only thing I like about the record.
Hit: I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor
Hidden Gem: The View From The Afternoon