If a rock journalist uses 5 lines to sum up an album that is 40 minutes long, contains 11 tracks, has taken about a year to make and includes alot of love, dedication, personal opinions and food for thought from our side then I expect a little more than 5 fucking lines, what the fuck is wrong, don’t you love your job, don’t you burn for music, don’t you care anymore?
Speaking of five line reviews, I’m currently listening to the Arctic Monkeys which I avoided a little because of the hype around it, but it seems to be a well-deserved hype. Much more so to me than for example Coldplay of which I consider a few songs good, but a lot of songs on the albums just mediocre.
There, my five line wannabe-review of the Arctic Monkeys and Coldplay, without any indepth reasoning. But I, of course, am exused for just being a listener and not a journalist who gets paid to write.
I will just post a few of the lyrics of one of the Arctic Monkeys’ songs, by which you can decide for yourself wether you like it or not. They are from the song called “Fake Tales of San Francisco”, about a guy who tells about his moment(s) of fame in San-Francisco, which is all of course just utter crap.
Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
There’s a super cool band yeah
With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rock stars in the toilets
Practicing their lines