As Alex Turner goes, so goes my nation. I am obsessed with the Arctic Monkeys’ fifth album, AM, and their last gig at Earl’s Court (review here) was incredible, so I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to hear them play the album again.
I did a full review of that gig, here, so I’m not going to go into it all again. Instead, here are just some abstract thoughts of the night.
1 Alex Turner is the only man in the entire world who could pull off a smoking jacket that basically looks like a flowery kimono. Baby.
2 I am obsessed with this top and this photo of me in it. I feel like because it’s a lyric its more subtle than a t shirt that just says ‘Arctic Monkeys’ on it, although don’t get me wrong, I have one of those too. I just like how this is a nod to other fans, like…yeah, we’re all there...Alex Band Guy. I swear my boyfriend could be an amazing photographer, I love this photo so much. He hates taking them though. I have about 10,000 photos on my phone and he has about 10.
3 The set list was pretty similar to before, although they got rid of ‘Pretty Visitors,’ I guess because it doesn’t have the same cool, creepy effect when you’re not inside and you can’t see the silhouettes of everybody’s arms.
4 The acoustic version of ‘A Certain Romance’ gave me chills. I’ve watched some amateur recording of it on Youtube about 100 times even though whoever’s filming it puts their phone down in the middle and it’s just black…the sound is pretty decent though. I really want to know who Alex Turner flips off midway through…like is it someone off stage or in the front row? I can’t tell. But anyway it was one of those moments that tied the whole thing together, from the past to the present, and it was really nice.
5 Why are gigs in parks never loud enough? I saw Blur in Hyde Park a year or so ago and had the same issue. We saw Dylan in Finsbury Park and the acoustics were awful but I couldn’t tell if that was just because it was Dylan (he was singing his songs but to the wrong tune…bless him). I get that there are noise controls but it was just too quiet, even down at the front…all I could hear during ‘Library Pictures’ was the girl behind me singing off key.
6 The Finsbury Park toilet situation is so bad, it made me wish I was a boy, or the kind of girl who can just squat behind her cardigan and not care that everyone is watching. We would’ve missed the entire show if we hadn’t seen some people we knew further forward in the queue. Mad. Drinks were pretty cheap, though.
7 The whole band seem so perfectly rock and roll to me now. I don’t know how to put my finger on it. It’s like a theatrical performance but it’s still real so it’s cool. I wish I could emulate it but probably the whole point is that you can’t. Is it drugs? It’s probably drugs. But anyway at one point they didn’t have it and now they do.
8 Finsbury Park is so badly designed for people at gigs trying to get home. I felt sorry for all the teenage girls trying to fight their way to the tube. We just wandered off down some residential street until we found a horrible pub that was still open. There were seats at the bar though. They only took cash so we spent our last £10 on cheap wine. It felt like the right end to the night. Everyone in there was wasted and in their late 30s, I liked it. We had to walk back really late and we got in a drunk fight about something. Finsbury Park is so weird, it’s all horrible kebab shops next to beautiful Victorian houses. It’s a bit twisty. I wouldn’t want to live there.
9 I wanted to go back on Saturday and find a tout but somehow it got too late. We’re going next month though in Ireland. I want to get into the front pit somehow. God knows how though. Until then!