We Each Talk About What We Wanna Talk
I was having a talk on the phone with my best friend... He has to stay indoors so I stress him daily... He said one thing today and, God damn it, he was right(and that does not happen too often with him)... Our talks are like talking to robots... or by ourselves as a matter of fact... We talk about what we want to talk, even if the other one listens... He talks about... erm... how he needs to scratch himself... I talk about Klaxons... Just about what I'ma do now...Suprize, surprize (cum era genericu' de la tanti Banica Jr.?)
First: something useless, but soooo fun.... Just click... and take a look at the cover boy...
Second: I have a fuzzy warm feeling that Klaxons (Mr. James I-look-like-a-Spanish-soap-opera-star-with-this-fake-tan Righton in particular) are the wrong kind of influence for young and naive people like Arctic Monkeys... (not that Dizzee Rascal would be safer...erm... so to say). Here is why....
The guy in the white suit is the Justice cover boy and, yes, James Righton ... guess who's the dragon... a rather pissed dragon, one might think...
You see, i'm just afraid little Turner will end up drink orange juice vodka all day and do popping pills like the klaxoning gang... and James is wearing a swan costume, just for the record...
Third thingy... well, actually two thingies... so that makes it 3 and 4... One from Klaxons and one from Monkeys....
The b-side off the new Klaxons single, It's not over yet (it's a cover, but can't remember the band who did the original...irrelevant anyway)
Klaxons - The Night
And Monkeys do it again...
Arctic Monkeys - You know i'm no good (amy winehouse cover)
