I just picked up the new Arctic Monkeys CD (IOMI passim... some shit about music to get well pissed to) called 'Humbug', and I'm well chuffed. I have it here in hand and I'm like some old bastard who can't let go of relics or the past. I have the excitement of expectation as I look at the cover and gaze at the titles of the songs. I've heard one of the tracks, so I KINDA know what to expect, but I've purposefully maintained a healthy level of ignorance in order to enjoy this on the first listen as if it's something absolutely brand new, which it is and should be.
That is one of life's pleasures that seems to be fading. That feeling you get when you see or hear something for the first time. Nowadays, we have the ability to get our hands on shit before the completed article is even finished, which is all fine and dandy but I prefer the anticipation as opposed to the all-too-common instant gratification aspect of whatever the hell century and day and age we're in currently. I'm wholly unimpressed with the fact that some snarky, smelly 13 year old has probably been listening to this album repeatedly since mid-May. I'm honoring the bloody artists by waiting until THEY effing well feel it's ready to be released, thank you very much. Cranky old bastard? I might be.
Now the question is- When do I listen to the CD? I'm going to be busy this evening broadcasting my radio show, then I have a load of things to do in preparation for the BFS. We shall see... I mean, I know good and damn well I'm going to like it. It may take a few listens to snuggle in with it, but it's the Arctic Monkeys, for fuck's sake. They're back with new material and more music to get well pissed to. Cheers, lads.
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