Art Brut

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!