Tonight The Streets Are Ours
When the Arctic Monkeys shouted “Someone call 999! Richard Hawley’s been robbed!” after winning the Mercury Prize ahead of him last year, it wasn’t just Sheffield comradeship. ‘Tonight The Streets Are Ours’ is precisely the slab of string-swathed wonder that captured the Monkeys’ hearts, and despite being as far from Turner and co’s gritty urban tales as Peter Crouch’s quiff is to his heel, listening to it could make you just as big a fan. It sounds really Christmassy, too, making listening to it in August enjoyably surreal.