My hands are cut, bruised, and swollen from slamming them on the stage last night, trying to coax a second encore out of Art Brut. My throat is raw from yelling all the lyrics to every song. If you look a few posts back, you'll see that I don't normally do that sort of thing at shows. But this was a special case. You can't not love Art Brut. Or at least, I can't not love them.
Fuck Arctic Monkeys. Fuck The Fratellis. Fuck The Long Blondes. Fuck The Pipettes.
Long live Art Brut!
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Sorry dude, I tried, I couldn't get into Art Brut. But, I'm digging the Tegan and Sara cd you sent me. So, there's that I guess.
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