Arctic Monkeys, Wild Beasts, Fucked Up
1. Arctic Monkeys – ‘Don’t Sit Down ’Cause I’ve Moved Your Chair’
The Monkeys’ Record Store Day single, and another taster for ‘Suck It And See’, ‘Don’t Sit Down ’Cause I’ve Moved Your Chair’ continues Alex Turner’s love affair with somewhat nonsensical lyrics: “Run with scissors through a chip pan firefight… Wear your shellsuit on bonfire night… Go into business with a grizzly bear… but just don’t sit down ’cause I’ve moved your chair”.
People keep mourning the old Alan Sillitoe Turner, but of course the same old literary wit is still there, it’s just evolved into dealing out Lennon-esque riddles in order to get the feel of the song across, and, y’know, to make you laugh a bit.
As you can gather from his words, you can get into all the bother you like – “find a well-known ’ard man and start a fight” – but it’s nothing compared to what he’s doing behind your back. Not to be trusted, that Alex Turner, but you can be assured that ‘Suck It And See’ is a bit of a cracker, and this Black Sabbath-meets-The Sweet tune is one of its best moments.
The post-‘Humbug’ incarnation of the Monkeys has a brilliant knack of being hard-rocking yet puckishly unpredictable. ‘Don’t Sit Down ’Cause I’ve Moved Your Chair’ has proper guitar kicks, all meaty riffs and devilish solos, but it’s never bombastic, macho or stoopid. When it comes to profundity or prankish fun, we know which side we’re on…
Martin Robinson, Deputy Editor
2. Wild Beasts – ‘Smother’
Kendal’s finest are unmatched in their ability to make mundane happenings drip with sexiness and sadness. Here, they try out some piano-led balladry, with Hayden Thorpe’s crooning to a lover with “boozy breath” among the finest pillow talk you’ll hear this year.
Tom James, writer
3. Fucked Up – ‘Do You Feed’
Remember Adrien Brody’s rubbish cockney accent in ‘Summer Of Sam’? Well, Damian ‘Pink Eyes’ Abraham tries his own version here. It’s the latest track online from their rock opera ‘David Comes To Life’, and it’s a Britpunk gem.
Mike Williams, Features Editor
4. David Thomas Broughton – ‘Ain’t Got No Sole’
For a man who sings like a dismal hippo, Broughton makes rather a lovely racket. Contrary to popular belief, our toothy, water-dwelling friends croon summery sorrow like Broughton writes fluent electro-tinged folk, which is to say,
very fucking nicely.
Jazz Monroe, writer
5. The Victorian English Gentlemens Club – ‘A Conversation’
Art-rock’s best kept secret have always had a dark side to their playful noise, and this taster from third album ‘Bag Of Meat’ is their most thrilling mix yet of grotesque lyrics, fuzz and pop hooks – here, a rolling Fall groove is wryly daubed with the tale of a beheading.
Tom Pinnock, Sub-Editor
6. Beady Eye – ‘Across The Universe’ (Beatles cover)
We’ll leave out the “Liam’s been doing Beatles impressions for years” jokes, as this cover is aiding the Japan relief effort. But it’s a lovely little take, and naming your son after the singer of a band officially gives you a licence to pillage their back catalogue however you want.
Jamie Fullerton, News Editor
7. Kid Cudi – ‘Capcom’
Until new Cudi hits, gnaw this offcut from a NERD-helmed project, named after the company that makes the legendary Street Fighter. Cudi’s sleepy-intelligent flow still bristles with punch, so hundred-hand slap: CUDI WINS.
Emily Mackay, Reviews Editor
8. Grinderman – ‘Evil’ (Silver Alert remix ft Matt Berninger)
This Silver Alert (producer Peter Mavrogeorgis and Grinderman’s Jim Sclavunos) remix of ‘Evil’ sees the original turned inside out so its bones screech, contrasting brilliantly with The National frontman’s tempered croon.
Susana Pearl, writer
Click here to stream the song, exclusively on NME.com
9. Pat Jordache – ‘Phantom Limb’
Once in the band Sister Suvi with Tune-Yards’ Merrill Garbus, now Jordache’s going it alone. This makes like Menomena trying to beat out loneliness with a dustbin lid, before it disappears in a scree of VHS tape chomping itself into an abyss. Intimidatingly forlorn.
Laura Snapes, Assistant Reviews Editor
10. Gang Gang Dance – ‘MindKilla’
Every new morsel we’re fed from Gang Gang Dance’s fifth album ‘Eye Contact’ makes us all the more eager to gorge ourselves on the main course proper. ‘MindKilla’ is a sinister slice of pop-gone-wrong, in which Lizzi Bougastos’s warped reworking of ‘Hush Little Baby’ is less soothing lullaby and more akin to someone dripping poison in your ear.
Ben Hewitt, writer