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Harry singing the opening lyrics to Born Slippy in the transition into Taste Back - Together, Together Tour - Amsterdam Night 9 - June 4, 2026 (via dancenomcre)
How embarrassing!!!
Total cringe, he comes in far too early & it’s not nearly fast enough either!
Zoe getting impatient as Harry meets & chats with fans!! Thats not the way forward for a good relationship with his fans & with Harry tbh !! A wee bit controlling? Almost like becoming a dog! Just my opinion
LG Arena, Birmingham - 4 November 2011 🩶
- 14 years ago -
📸 : danidanix.x on Flickr
Alexander David Turner .. ladies & gentleman!!
Gone too soon
Chatting on the Tube on the way home from work with a friend. Chatting shit about this & that; then she says “Did you watch the Brits? What the fuck was Harry Styles doing? It was so cringe- like GCSE Drama with the jazz hands-esque thing and the weird jerky movement going on. “
Meanwhile I’m biting my lip trying not to laugh, mostly because there are loads of teen girls staring at her- or rather glaring at her.
She continues “ Mind you at least his hair transplant has taken well- so thats good for him!” She looked totally sincere saying it too!!
That was it- I burst out laughing, And I was so glad it was our stop , I feared for her safety!!
My Help 2 vinyl arrived this (dare I say AM?) morning, complete with an Oasis live single included of Acquiesce – Live From Wembley, 28 September 2025’
Some great stuff on there but a fantastic cause
Love the Fontaines DC cover of Sinead O’Connors song too!
I’d heard early doors that Opening Night came from demo lyrics from the time of AM, so I must admit I was surprised when others started saying SIAS and even as far back as Humbug!
(I don't know why it won't let me put the link to the album version, but you know the one)
Arabella (2013)
Alex found himself in the sultry haze of a Los Angeles house party when he first encountered Arabella.
His quiff slicked back with that signature pomade shine, clad in a slim black leather jacket that hugged his lean frame, nursed a whisky in one hand as the crowd started to thin out. It was early for a bash like this to wind down, but word was it'd been going non-stop for two or three days. He'd only bothered to drop by that afternoon—and thanks heavens for that.
With fewer bodies crowding the space, he could finally take her in properly, calmly, as she leaned against the wide terrace railing. It wasn't the first time she'd caught his notice—hell, she'd pinged his radar before—but today, she was impossible to miss.
And it wasn't just him hooked; the room knew it too.
A few hours earlier, she'd owned the makeshift dance floor, not showboating for eyes yet pulling every last one anyway. Some looks were hungry, almost feral; others sharp with judgment or jealousy; a few simply glazed over, mesmerised by her radiant magnetism, that luminous figure slicing through the dim, pulsing lights like a shooting star.
She was built like a dream: hourglass curves chiselled to divine perfection, skin a silken canvas of sun-kissed gold, flesh firm and young, begging for the brush of fingertips. Slender fingers sometimes combed through her big, loose '70s blonde waves, and those wide blue eyes, brimming with expression, could hold a gaze a second too long—long enough to make a man wonder what she'd seen in him.
But what really hooked Alex, what coaxed a sly grin to his face, was how flawlessly she wore something so audaciously ridiculous: interstellar gator-skin boots, paired with nothing but a skin-tight silver swimsuit that turned his mind straight to Barbarella. The fabric clung like liquid mercury, catching every bit of light with each undulation or breath, outlining every curve and muscle as she moved. In his head, Alex had already nicknamed her Barbarella—for now.
Now she stood alone, drawing on a cigarette. Alex decided to chance it, pulse ticking a little faster—he'd watched countless others try and fail that afternoon.
"Can I have one of those?" he asked, propping himself against the railing beside her.
Wordlessly, she extended the pack. American Spirit. Of course, he mused inwardly, a spark of amusement flickering.
"Some party, huh?"
Barbarella turned to him, her azure eyes piercing his very core, now it was she who wore an amused expression. "Disappointing. You didn't strike me as the awkward small-talk type."
But as they talked, Alex proved he wasn't.
"Arabella," she offered at last. Alex had crossed paths with countless women, but none wore a name quite like that. He repeated it once, softer, then gave his own.
"I know who you are," she replied, and there was something in her tone that suggested she knew more than just headlines.
The conversation deepened, in an authentic way that unsettled him more than he expected—she just might've tapped into his mind and soul, effortless as that. And though neither carried a hidden agenda, Alex couldn't help his gaze drifting to her plump, tender lips every time she took a pull from that Mexican Coke. Bloody hell, how he wished he could take the bottle's place, to be the one pressing againt those lips.
Thus, he asked her back to his place. And she agreed.
He bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself laughing as they headed out, seeing her throw on a light cheetah-print coat—the proverbial cherry on top this eccentric sundae. How did she manage it? The strangest combinations, yet she made it look impossibly elegant, tinted with that faint cosmic sheen.
Alex pulled the Cadillac CTS up outside his Hollywood Hills home. Once the door clicked shut behind them, sealing out the world, he closed the distance and kissed her—unhurried but certain. She smiled against him, and the fusion—the sweet cola and earthy organic tobacco—unravelled something in his chest while tightening everything lower, his black jeans suddenly too confining.
Still, they headed to the living room. He offered a drink; she declined, so he poured himself a solitary whisky and sank onto the sofa.
Arabella explored the space with bold curiosity, no leave sought, and Alex was entranced: this beautiful creature, still in that glowing, form-clinging swimsuit and those boots, navigating his room like a celestial explorer.
She gravitated to the turntable, scanned his records with a discerning eye, and picked one. Alex's brows arched in surprise as he clocked it—Dutronc. Had to be coincidence, surely; perhaps the young Arabella aimed to impress, putting on a bit of a show. Some might think it odd that he knew the artist; she was younger, after all, she'd probably have just grabbed anything.
But he watched every careful move: the gentle wipe of the vinyl, the way she set it spinning. (In his mind, he pictured her like a helter-skelter he'd ride over and over, spinning endlessly like that disc itself, and he almost laughed at the whimsy.)
With assured finesse, she lowered the needle to the fifth track. The music filled the room and she began to sing along, dancing through his lounge. Glancing at him now and then, and he couldn't help but smile. Arabella danced tirelessly, at one point kicking the gator-skin boots into a corner, then taking a few more fluid steps, before closing the gap between them. Alex shifted in his seat, nerves flickering beneath the surface, though he masked it with studied nonchalance.
Arabella swayed her hips, as natural as the sunset behind her, filtering through the wide windows—the very reason he'd bought this place, those glorious views. But this time, he couldn't look away from this otherworldly woman. He forgot the sky entirely, and when he finally noticed the warm light framing her body, he chose to ignore it completely.
Arabella straddled him, one leg on either side, as natural as breathing. Alex felt her settle against his growing hardness with deliberate care, still singing softly, fingers drifting to the buttons of his shirt. Without meeting his gaze, she began unbuttoning it slowly. Once open, she lifted her eyes to his and leaned in to kiss him.
Her long, natural red nails scratched gently down his sinewy arms and forearms, eliciting hushed sighs from his parted lips, each trail sending little shocks through his body.
He broke away just long enough to set his glass aside—both hands free now. His index fingers hooked the thin straps of her swimsuit and, with slow, measured patience, he drew them down her shoulders, watching her face as much as her body.
The fabric resisted slightly, Alex followed every inch as it peeled away from her flawless breasts, exposing what he already knew would enthral him. His palms replaced the silver, cupping their weight, thumbs brushing over hardening peaks as their kisses intensified, yet still unhurried. Time stretched infinite before them, and though raw want was front and center, deep down Alex already craved repeating this symphony a thousand times.
Now the swimsuit bunched at her pronounced hips, and Alex grew insatiable—hands, eyes, mouth devouring her form. The needle had long since hit the run-out groove, pops and scratches filling the silence, but neither paid attention. Instead, in a smooth move, Alex eased her down onto the sofa and settled above her. He kissed a slow path down her body, tasting a whole starfield on her skin—salty-sweet, addictive, like bursts of light.
Her fingers ran over his muscled back, the other tangling in his waxed hair—meant for his quiff, but now thoroughly messed up under her grip.
When he reached her navel—the limit the swimsuit still allowed—he hooked his fingers at her hips, pressed gently, and began to slide the silver fabric lower, revealing her completely.
Without delay, he kissed her bare skin, sampling her hips, the velvety insides of her thighs, each touch a tease until he reached her intimate core. There, he took his time— lips brushing her folds lightly at first, tongue flicking out to trace her slit, tasting her wetness that was already gathering. He parted her with gentle fingers, exposing her clit, and circled it slowly with his tongue, building pressure as Arabella arched subtly beneath him on the leather cushions, her breaths quickening into soft, breathy moans that spurred him on.
Alex persisted eternally, orchestrating her pleasure as masterfully as he wielded his guitar—strokes varying in pressure and rhythm, fingers joining to probe and curl within her slick heat—feeling her tense and quiver, her thighs trembling around his head.
He kept at it, relentless but tender, until she arched high, her body shaking in a long, sweet orgasm, waves pulsing around his fingers, her cries filling the room like music. His own cock strained hard in his jeans, aching for release, but he revelled in her undoing.
As Arabella caught her breath, Alex held out a hand, pulling her up. Their lips met in a sensual tangle, her essence lingering on his tongue for her to taste, while her hands worked his belt and jeans open without breaking the lip-lock. He helped shedding them off with his shoes, standing bare except for his boxers, his need evident.
Mirroring his earlier act, Arabella slipped her fingers into his waistband at the hips and tugged down slowly, freeing his thick length right in front of her swollen lips—both of them burning to go further.
She enveloped him without hesitation, her mouth a lush haven, tongue swirling with precision that propelled Alex toward cosmic oblivion, as if rocketing through space. She sucked lightly, then deeper, her hand wrapping the base to stroke what she couldn't fit, bobbing with a steady rhythm that drew a low groan from him.
She hollowed her cheeks for more suction, eyes flicking up to meet his now and then. Alex's fingers threaded into her hair, not pushing, just feeling the motion, the heat building fast as she worked him—tongue pressing the underside, lips sliding tight. He was on the brink, stars behind his eyes, until he had to pull her back gently, breathing heavy, not ready to finish yet.
She rose, and between fervent kisses, he murmured the suggestion of going to his bedroom.
Swiftly, Arabella repositioned the needle and turned off the player, while Alex grabbed a last sip of whisky.
As she neared, poised to follow, Alex lifted her up; she wrapped her legs around him. He was struck by how light she felt, how their bodies fit perfect, her heat pressing against him teasingly.
At the edge of his vast bed, he set her down soft, breaking the kiss to trail kisses along her neck, nipping at the pulse point as he guided himself to her entrance with one hand. Pushing in, they locked eyes, mutual sighs escaping—her brows furrowing in pleasure, feeling so stretched and full, his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside, lifting her adrift among galaxies.
He started slow, pulling almost out then sliding back deep, savoring the tight heat gripping him. Each thrust built, like asteroids on collision course, threatening to erupt in a cataclysmic shift. Her moans syncing with his grunts, hands clutching his back. He angled to hit that spot, grinding at the end of each push, feeling her get wetter, tighter. She wrapped her legs higher, pulling him closer, nails dragging down his skin as the pace picked up—steady, deep, drawing it out.
Alex wasn't rushing the end, loving the feel of her. When he sensed her climbing again, he tempered to a languid cadence—deliberate, teasing thrusts that made her whimper, her body arching for more. It worked; she dug her nails into his neck as her second climax hit hard, spasms rippling along his length, breaths fracturing. He endure, jaw clenched, as she bit down softly at his neck-shoulder join, a sharp pleasure-pain that nearly undid him.
They flipped; Arabella had him lean against the headboard. Catching her breath, she went down on him again, this time with gentler reverence—lips and tongue exploring along his length, tracing veins, taking him deep, her pace a teasing torment that rebuilt his urgency without tipping it.
The angle let him reach around; he extended a hand and his fingers found her slick, still-sensitive entrance, slipping in easy, curling to rub that inner spot, after three mere motions—she decide it was sinsufficient, craving his fullness again.
She climbed on, hands on his shoulders, his roaming her hips and breasts, pinching nipples lightly. Arabella set a rhythm of maddening precision—grinding with an hypnotic sway, circling her hips to feel him everywhere inside, then rising and dropping with building speed, their moans mixing unforgivingly in the room. They kissed messy, the cola aftertaste on her lips pushing him closer, but he held back.
With a quick lift, he flipped them without pulling out, resuming dominance. She hooked lithe legs over his shoulders, allowing wide access he claimed with resolute hip drives, each one bottoming out, her broken cries telling him she was enjoying this new position. He varied—short, fast pumps then long, slow ones—feeling her clench, the heat building unbearable. Her sounds unravelled him; the chamber blazed with passion and like a supernova igniting, everything exploded hot and bright as he came hard near her neck, spasms pumping deep inside, groaning his ecstasy.
When the waves faded, his weight settled on her careful, mindful not to overwhelm her. Arabella held him close, fingers tracing soothing patterns along his back. Then he felt her chest hitch with soft laughs under him.
He pushed up on forearms, questioning with a hazy smile, lids heavy with bliss. "That was amazing," she breathed. Alex hummed agreement, dropping back down gentle, kissing her neck.
By then, the firmament had deepened to indigo, stars twinkling as if solely for their witness.
Resting proved fleeting; soon a kiss dragged on, and Arabella's teeth grazed his lower lip with playful insistence, sparking the need to immerse in her once more.
He rolled them slow, entering her from the side this time, bodies pressed close. He thrust lazy but deep, one hand between them to circle her clit, drawing out gasps as she pushed back into him. They built gradual—Alex nipping on her earlobe, hands exploring sweat-slick skin—until she came quiet and shuddering, pulling him over the edge too, spilling inside with muffled groans against her platinum hair.
Their bond transcended the earthly, neither ignoring it. Alex's hand traced her side, fingers pressing as if coaxing a melody from piano keys. Arabella smiled in the moon glow—maybe he was replaying a song in his mind. Or writing one anew.
Early Monkeys..
‘The Cst’ Matt???
Warnings: Language , sustained violent injuries
In the End- There was the begining...
It was 3am in the morning, when a phone ringing broke the silence. Up until then they'd been sleeping soundly with no noise and no light. Now the phone was flashing on and it's shrill sound disturbing their slumber.
'Jeez what's the time? Al, answer your fucking phone' she moaned, nudging him in the side.
He tried to look before answering at the caller ID but it rang off before he could get there. “ It's stopped now, go back to sleep' he stated
No sooner had he spoke that the phone rang again, he'd just laid back down in bed so he groaned when he had to grab it again,
He grabbed the phone and saw it was his band mate Jamie calling, he wondered if he'd got the time difference wrong again or if something was up at home. Worrying that it could be the latter, he answered his phone.
'Jameh, fuck mate it's 3am, why'd ya call?'
'Al, thank god you picked up this time. It's Jules, Katie called me, she'd been in London for a job and was meeting up with Jules today.
He took on a sharp breath....
"Something's happened- Jules and the.. hospital; I think you need to get here."
'What do you mean it's Jules and the hospital what's happened?" Alex suddenly felt very awake despite the early hour, sitting upright in bed.
'They said she's been stabbed Al! Katie found her...she wa... she was covered in blood."
Jamie tried to fight the distress , but it was hard after all the years she'd become like a sister to him, the band and their wives .
'Stabbed? What the fuck Jameh ?'
Alex found his words rushing out, making his accent thicker. He felt panic rising and as Jamie told him what had happened- he felt sick; he couldn’t believe it was real.
'They police are involved, it happened when she was leaving her house to meet up with Katie. They were supposed to be shopping or summat"
'How bad is it?' He was trying to push his hair out of his face, as if the action would clear his head to the fear and dread that felt all consuming.
'Alex, Nick and I were advised to come down straight away. It's bad, really bad. She's in emergency theatre right now and she'd lost so much blood she's had 2 transfusions before theatre, while they tried to find all the stab wounds'
'All the stab wounds, how many times Jameh? Who did this? Please tell me she's gonna be ok?"
Alex was fighting to get the words out now, the desperation in his voice as clear as it was in Jamie’s.
'I don't know who did it, Katie told me the police were involved. All I know is that it's multiple stab wounds and it's life threatening. Nick and me are driving down there, we're in the car already. Couldn't get a flight quick enough. Miles is with Katie, Al mate- he's in bits. Katie said he won't or can't talk to anyone. I'm worried about Katie, she found her, she's going into shock or summat, I think."
'Shit mate, me heads spinning right now trying to take it all in.' Alex was now sitting with his head in his hands like the action would actually stop the feeling he felt inside; and to be fair he really was feeling like he was going to spew his guts up any minute.
'Al, I think you need to tell Matt, but he may have seen it on the news. It's everywhere here"
Alex could hear how upset Jamie was at trying to get all the information passed over and so he ignored any repetition that was happening during this phone call.
'Yeah, I'll just call him- see about flying over with him tonight if we can. Jameh please call me when you get there, yeah?'
'Of course mate.. Just get here as soon as you can. Can't believe it might be the last time we see her." Jamie could hear the emotion in his mate’s voice, never commenting on it because he sounded just the same.
Jamie now sniffed, failing to hold back his tears now. He'd had to talk to a very emotional Katie, who asked if the kids could stay with family; and could he bring clothes for her- she was covered in Juliet's blood; from when she discovered her in her driveway. Kelly was staying back to look after the boys until she could get family to take over, then she was flying down to be with them all.
Alex could hear Nick saying calming words to Kelly on the phone, sounding like they were in the car already.
"Please don't say that Jameh, it can't be! I’m gonna be on the next flight out back to London. Keep me updated please?" Alex didn't even want to consider not being able to talk to her, cuddle her, Jesus even argue with her.
With that they said their goodbyes and Alex sat forward on his bed, sliding his feet onto the floor.It was only then, that the other person in the bed decided to speak.
'Where are you going?'
'I need to get hold of Matt and I need a coffee, probably 3 at this rate. And find a flight to London'
'Why are you going to London?'she sounded genuinely puzzled.
'Did you not hear what I was saying?'
Alex, was already tired but having to answer such an inane question wasn't helping his mood right now.
'Yeah, but it's Juliet not your parents or the band or even me; so why are you running about after her?'She was now sitting up in bed too, and felt pure annoyance seeping out.
Alex raised his voice , not in true anger but in the way you respond to someone who you cannot believe they are asking a question after all they’ve heard.
“Are you fucking serious? She's been stabbed- badly!!"
He knew she was a jealous person but this was another level.
He heard a large audible sigh from his girlfriend before he bothered to turn around.
"She's your ex-girlfriend Al, you need to move on. It's like I told her, you both need space for our relationship to grow properly. That's why I said that she shouldn't contact you anymore.'
'What the fuck! When did you say that? "
He dragged his hand down his face; "No, I get it now- it's when we all went out for dinner in London. It was after then she stopped answering me. Well, fuck you- she's one of my best mates and I need to be there.'
He got up, grabbing his jeans and t-shirt from the chair before putting them back on. Making his way back down the stairs to call his friend & band mate. While in the kitchen he switches on the coffee maker and calls Matt to explain what's happened.
'Al, what the fuck man? It's early morning!' Matt croaked out, sounded totally shattered
'Look mate, I'm sorry but Jameh just called me; it's J she's been stabbed multiple times outside her house. Katie found her, in er driveway ", he rushed out- like his mouth was talking but he was in no control right now. Complete autopilot.
'Shit Al. How bad is it? Who did it and why?'
Matt's words hurrying out too . Alex could hear Breanna in the background asking what was wrong.
'Yeah it's really bad, like she could die e'said so I need to get the next flight outta here and back to London. Are you gonna come?'
'Yeah of course, look I'll tell Bre; you woke her up anyway. I'll get her to book us some seats yeah? 2 for you and I'm not sure if Bre wants to travel with the baby
'That would be great, cheers mate but make sure it's the next flight outta here though, ok? And only get me one seat yeah, I'll explain later?'
'Of course, I'll call you as soon as we've booked it, ok?' Alex could hear Matt and Breanna getting out of bed as they spoke, obviously trying to get things they needed together.
'Yeah- cheers. Jameh said it were all over the news there or summat. I'm gonna check BBC world news.'
'Ok, I'll do the same. I'll speak to you in a bit', hearing Matt click off the call he moved to the sofa with his coffee. Alex grabbed the tv remote and switched the tv; quickly changing channels until he got the one he wanted on. He grabbed his phone charger and his current book to put in a bag as he did so.
'Updated news in. The successful Indie music producer Juliet Street is receiving emergency surgery right now for the multiple stab wounds she sustained this morning; a source has stated. She was stabbed when leaving her London home this morning when she was going to meet a close friend.
A witness, who lives across the street told us that she saw a person in a pastel hoodie walking towards Ms Street's driveway and run away literally minutes later. They are thought to have stabbed her repeatedly when she was out of sight in the few minutes.
A friend is thought to have found Ms Street on her driveway covered in blood, The witness ran out to help, after the friend screamed out., realising something was seriously wrong. They called for the police and ambulance while trying to stop the bleeding with their own clothing. They told us that the friend went into the ambulance with Ms Street. They've now been identified as Katie Cook, the wife of Jamie Cook, the guitarist in Arctic Monkeys. Juliet Street is known as the lead singer Alex Turner's on / off again girlfriend and close friend of the band.
The hospital nor the police have made any comment as yet but our reporter confirmed that the scene of the crime officers were currently examining the entrance to Ms Street's house. We will get back to you with any updates on this.
In other news ..."
Alex switches the tv off again, sitting with his head in his hands. He still couldn't quite believe it all, it just seemed so unreal. 'How could this have happened? And just outside her house too, it's bloody Hampstead, it's a fuckin posh area!!'
He felt angry with the reporter too- calling Juliet his 'on/off again girlfriend', she'd been so much more to him than that and to be reduced to that comment made him so pissed off.
He stood up, grabbing a hold-all from the cupboard and went upstairs to his room to gather some clothes and essentials.
He couldn't bear to look at Taylor right now, hoping she'd stay quiet; he had too much on his mind to deal with her right now!! But it seemed she wasn't content with him going quietly.
"I still can't see why you need to go over there. It's probably not that bad anyway; always a fucking drama queen that one!!"
"What is fucking wrong with you? She's in emergency surgery now!! Jameh said Katie is covered in J's blood and Mi is hysterical right now!! And how can she cause a drama, she's fuckin' unconscious!! You're the bloody drama queen around here Taylor, I just honestly don't know about us right now, so please don't say anything else, ok?"
"Are you serious Al? How am I not going to say anything when you've just called me a drama queen and said you're not sure about us!!" She paused then screamed
"Fucking talk to me"; right in his face.
"You are a selfish bitch Taylor- J's dying and you're focused on being called a drama queen. I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore, I tried I really did but enough- it's over. The engagement, the relationship. It's all over. Look I don't know how long I'll be gone but I want you to move out me 'Ouse alright. No need to rush, take your time, I'm not an arsehole! " Alex sucked a breath in before saying the next line; "I'm sorry but enough."
Alex collected his bag and left a stunned Taylor sitting on the bed, now with tears down her face. When she heard the front door close with a loud finality, she screamed and threw his alarm clock at the wall; smashing a photo of the Arctic lads, Miles & Juliet at Matt's wedding. All standing smiling with Juliet in between Matt and Alex, despite Alex wearing his sunglasses you could see the direction of his eyes; looking down at Juliet with a broad smile. Juliet looked ethereal in a faintly coloured dress and despite smiling was slightly biting her bottom lip, a habit she had started as a teenager. All the lads were grinning away!! The picture had a title at the bottom- simply saying The Original Death Ramps.
Taylor picket up the photo, now laying smashed on the floor. She placed it carefully on the side before looking at it again, only now noticing the look Alex had for Juliet and Juliet's coy return to him. She grabbed a Himalayan salt rock lamp and smashed it down on the photo again, right over Alex and Juliet's images; screaming "fuck you Juliet, fuck you Alex, fuck you both !! "
So a few years back I started writing a fic , published a few chapters on Wattpad and I ended deleting it because I hated the chapters I’d written. But still wrote loads of ideas , paragraphs, etc on my notes app (224 pages apparently!)
Anyway someone persuaded me to go again.
So , be kind 💜
It’s called The tragedy of Juliet (OC)
A story of girl meets boy, loses him and then???
Oh, and no Shakespeare included!!
Everything in life seemed to come pretty easy for Juliet Street, well that's what people on the outside of her life thought anyway. But the truth was just so far away from the reality of her life. She grew up surrounded by Indie bands & fully submerged into the thick of Britpop, only to completely lose her heart to an Indie rock lead singer.
She was the über cool Indie IT Girl, who was mates with The Libertines &Kasabian; and whose old flings were singers and musicians . So, did he stand a chance with her? He didn't think so but little did he know this was the beginning of an Indie Rock romance designed to take your heart and break it over & over again !! But, would it be his or Juliet's heart?
Help (2) : Inside the making of War Child’s star-studded new charity album
January 2026
“I had very bad posture back then, got me guitar a bit lower these days”
- Humbug Alex commenting on how stupidly high he used to wear his guitar lmao
Baby Alex !!
'cause everybody's looking, you've got control of everyone's eyes
including mine 🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆
happy 20th bday wpsiatwin ⊹₊⟡⋆
20 bloody fantastic years!!!
So fucking glad my mum liked them, and fully believes children should see live music !!!
Thank you mum, you’re the bloody best !!!
Rough Trade today !!
Genre defining!
Too bloody right, it made music stand back and then many to try and emulate them !!
Now this is how you really create something new
(Might be worth a listen Harry ‘try hard but can only copy’ Styles. For the HS fans- he hasn’t created something new Darlings, you just need to listen to more music that isn’t pop!)
warchildrecords: Thursday. 3pm GMT. New track from @/arcticmonkeys & more info about our upcoming project to support children living through war
I’ve pre-ordered the album, have you?
Charity (War Child Help 2 album) Vs Multi millionaire bank balance (Harry ‘dont know what style of music I actually like to perform & still need a team to write my songs’ Styles Bank Balance !!!
Don’t forget his tour tickets will go on sale via ticketmaster- who are owned by the Azoff family!! It’s seems money grabbing doesn’t drift too far away
dominorecordco: Arctic Monkeys / Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not / Released 20 years ago today
The debut Arctic Monkeys album is, as we all know, one of the finest debut statements in rock history. It marries the youthful exuberance of a band about to embark on a long career with the tunes of experienced songwriters. Truly one of the best and eternally most relevant albums in the British rock canon.
This album is not only bloody fantastic, but to realise it was their debut album and that it’s widely acknowledged as one of the best debut albums ever released!!!
This is a rock band!
These are rockstars!!
Recording of... 17 years apart.
Alex Turner - ladies & gentlemen!!!!!
