楼上的．．．．
拜托说点感想列～～光顶有啥用～～
８要让偶一个人在这里唱独角戏就好！！
也谢谢battion 顶偶贴～～
啦啦啦啦啦～～～～
稍微查了下～～
实在没空仔细看～～
英文的，自己看吧．．．
至少前面那段看了实在让人伤心，
所以请不要怪偶用了那么煽情的题目～～
Arctic Monkeys - Komedia, Brighton
(Friday September 2, 2005 2:08 PM )
Gig played on 24/08/05
As we stare down the barrel of autumn 2005, it's time to face a simple truth: The Libertines are gone, and they ain't coming back. It's time to wring the tears from our pillows. It's time to move on. And four boys from South Yorkshire are here to help.
Sticking closely to the Libs' handbook, Arctic Monkeys have mixed vaulting intellectual ambition with punk rock urgency to conjure something magical. Everyone at this sold-out show seems to know every word of every song, despite Arctic Monkeys having officially released five minutes of music and shunned every press opportunity going. We're talking "internet buzz" here people. We might even be talking "phenomenon".
Nostalgia for The Libertines doesn't fully explain it, because the Monkeys differ from Pete's mob in many respects. They don't look the part, for one thing: far from strutting around in Tommy jackets and eyeliner, they look like they were plucked at random from a Barnsley pool hall. They're also less romantically-minded than The Libertines, being rooted in a world of aggressive bouncers and sad-eyed prostitutes rather than Doherty's Arcadian utopia.
It's on contact with Alex Turner's lyrics that the mystery surrounding the Monkeys' rapid rise evaporates. See, this kid writes songs the depth and eloquence of which are hinted at by the titles: "Bigger Boys And Stolen Sweethearts", "From The Ritz To The Rubble", "A Certain Romance". With breathtaking precision, he can capture the sad plight of a preyed-upon streetwalker ("Sun Goes Down"); the sullen drama of an argument with a girlfriend ("Mardy Bum"); or the hackneyed tragedy of a doomed rock'n'roll poseur ("Fake Tales of San Francisco").
He's also got charisma. Even on a stage raised about six inches off the ground, Turner seems to tower over us tonight as he guides his band through a quick-fire set of hits-in-waiting (even when you can't hear those measured words, there's always a kinetic melody to quicken your pulse). What's more, he's reassuringly cocky, declaring Brighton to be a miserable town in the playful manner that only a Sheffield resident could carry off. Yet the full extent of his confidence is only revealed when he sets down his guitar to front the Monkeys' best song, "Vampires", in suitably wild-eyed fashion.
It's clear throughout that Arctic Monkeys have got their magpie eyes set firmly on the prize that The Libertines passed up. And only a mug would bet against them.
by Niall O'Keeffe
这是主唱，是不是长的很讨人喜欢呀～～
