The trouble with words is that you can not scream with your throat. The wheel still, keys oppress. My hair streamed down my cheeks gray, soothed my temples, it will be good. Or not. I will consider my family to Jean Seberg, if I was beautiful. 
Suitably advised and achieving tocs, until yesterday, April 21, 2008 at 22:30, I Resita the great temptation to lend the eye or to listen to songs, videos, acoustic sessions, and other emissions evoking the Last Shadow Puppets. I was only allowed to listen to singles and vinyl records ordered in advance. Suffice to say that I had time to linger and fantasize about what these little darlings would have been easy to lay.
all starts with what hearty appetizer The Age Of Understatement , chivalrous anthem that has fueled our curiosity. Wildly epic sung in unison by our two friends will be followed by Standing Next To Me . Intantanément a big smile on my lips s'essquisse leaving escape a sigh of relief as the immediate appeal of this cheerfully Precut me. I catch my foot in anticipation of James Ford, who beats this song about, um, a popular dance in the open Grand Canyon. Calm Like You , pendulum Marine, a refrain unifying the early certainty that I will know all the amazing lyrics in this album . Separate And Ever Deadly , the spectrum of the dark themes of the faces b Brianstorm s'immice slyly, emerges with a bang, I'm a ghost in the wrong coat , was predictable, it successful. The Chamber , damp, gloomy, blue, crystalline atmosphere. Sounds fairgrounds haunted, fright starting Only The Truth. It sounds like Klaxons disjointed, pierced worried violins, drums chased. We had heard their influences of songwriters has-been still worthy of interest, we spot them in My Mistakes Were Made For You which is a real standard varieties'. It is shown that the very familiar voice of Alex predominates, being more biting deeper than the yet-close-range mileage. Black Plant , pompous brass twist aboard a cruise cursed. My nose wrinkled as the chorus Lecherous I Do not Like You Anymore gives rise, grr, swing lived in consonance terrifying, you're amazing. The presumptuous In My Room, straight out of a James Bond archaic and seductive. Alex and Miles then strolling arm in arm on 5th Avenue during Meeting Place , certainly after a musical, the scene where Snow White in the Broadway ride cyanide on the edge of a forest ( good agreement I go out). The Time Has Come Again , night falls, we pass a dilapidated cinema the colors of burnt out bulbs, held by Alex Turner Magnum ( yes it makes me laugh ) and his talented dude, who have been both Senar, directors and actors of the Bal des Vampires musical. They may be invited in Pascal Sevran (finally not, it is indeed dead ), I surely would present to my granny fan of Sinatra, and, what is innovative or revolutionary ( that Alex Turner will not die without tribute nationnal ), she loves it as much as me.
