it changes when the sun goes down

You know how a band gets a lot of love and sells a lot of records and you're like "Bleh, surely they are awful." Well, I know. Because I do that a lot. Because I am a jerk. Or maybe I'm just incredibly wise. Either way.

Anyway, clearly as Arctic Monkeys are breaking UK sales records I'm rolling my eyes (PS I still have somewhere in my personal video collection that episode of my show where I scream, "Who are the Spice Girls and why are they on the cover of every British magazine?!?! Surely no one cares." Well then people went on to care. But now no one does.

So back to the Arctic Monkeys. Yes, the name I am not loving. But it's better than Test Icicles. The song (there's only one I've listened to so far) I am loving. I love how it starts out all tender ballad-y (even though he's saying things like "She don't take major credit cards/ I doubt she does receipts" about a prostitute) and then goes bananas (much like Unrest's "Make Out Club"), but most of all I love that the part when it goes from tender ballad-y to bananas is the part when he says, "He's a scumbag don't you know/(pause) /I said he's a scumbag don't you know."

It's love, me and this song.