Arctic Monkeys

Los Arctic Monkeys arrasan en Inglaterra (imperio en decadencia excepto en música, donde reina y reina y reina). Hace una semana salió el CD "WHATEVER PEOPLE SAY I AM, THAT's WHAT I'M NOT" con un éxito fenomenal. La música es muy buena y las letras mejores. Me gusta, sobre todo, la poética de "FROM THE RITZ TO THE RUBBLE" donde se cuenta la humillación usual de los jóvenes en las colas de las discos y boliches a manos de los patovicas (los AM los llaman "bouncers", rebotadores) que franquean el acceso por piel, dinero, tetas, culo o capricho. Aquí va:

FROM THE RITZ TO THE RUBBLE

Last night these two bouncers
And one of em's alright
The other one's the scary one
His way or no way, totalitarian
He's got no time for you
Looking or breathing
How he dosen’t want you to
So step out the queue
He makes examples of you
And there's nowt you can say
Behind they go through to the bit where you pay
And you realize then that it's finally the time
To walk back past ten thousand eyes in the line
And you can swap jumpers and make another move
Instilled in your brain you've got something to prove
To all the smirking faces and the boys in black
Why can't they be pleasant?
Why can't they have a laugh?
He's got his hand in your chest
He wants to give you a duff
Well secretly I think they want it all to kick off
They want, arms flying everywhere and
Bottles as well it's just
Something to talk about
A story to tell you

Well I'm so glad they turned us all away we'll put it down to fate

I thought a thousand million things that I could never think this morning

Got too deep, but how deep is too deep?

This town's a different town today
This town's a different town to what it was last night
You couldn't have done that on a Sunday

That girl's a different girl today
That girl's a different girl to her you kissed last night
You couldn't have done that on a Sunday

Last night what we talked about
It made so much sense
But now the haze has ascended
It don't make no sense anymore