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littlemissthunderstorms · 5 months

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wavin bye to the train or the bus

wpsiatwin!alex x reader

basically a fic based off that one part of the song where he’s like “i’m wanting to do you a swap, i’ll give you anything in return for those noises you’ve got. i can see you want to be attended to count to 29 i’ll attend to you oh for sure.” yeah.

warnings- drool, being eaten out, all that jazz!

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his hand on your stomach. alex’s warm palm tucked against your lower stomach was all you could think about when he cuddled up to you about 10 minutes ago.

you fixated on his fingers and how they splayed out across the span of skin, how if he’d just move them down a little farther, past the hem of your underwear, they’d satisfy your needs so well.

you’d been like this all day, staring at him from across the living room, wondering how he’d feel pressed up against you, wondering how he’d sound when you kissed that span of stomach that tended to show whenever he’d lift his arms, the dark blue cotton revealing hints and peaks of his v-line.

spooning you from behind, with his nose tucked into your hair, he could sense your arousal from your heartbeat, beating through the silence. he also had come to know you well in that aspect, picking up on the change in the energy of the room, the way you were quieter, your cheeks a little flushed and eyes glassy.

he pressed a soft kiss to your neck, making you shiver a bit. he ran his guitar string calloused fingertips over your bare shoulder, planting another featherlight kiss there. he sat up, slowly swinging a leg around you and positioning so that he was balanced over you.

you raised your eyebrows a bit, smiling up at him knowingly. he watched your gaze tentatively for a moment, and then smiled back, a humorous glint in his eye. you turned from your previous position on your side so that you were on your back.

sneaking your hands underneath the hem of his shirt, you ran your palms along his back. goosebumps evoked from your touch, his eyes fluttering shut momentarily. and with that, he leaned down and kissed you. it was quiet, soft, and slow. he made a little snuffling sound and then brought his hand up to your face, cradling your cheek and angling your face so that he could keep your mouth as close to his as possible.

you made a little whining sound onto his lips, desperate for some sort of relief between your legs. you slung one leg around his hips, signaling to him. he pulled away a bit, eyes still shut. “i know, i know,” he mumbled, voice holding a small rasp. “i’m so impatient alex, i can’t help it,” you chuckled softly, running your hands up his arms. he smirked, whispering in your ear, “count to 29.”

“29? why not 30?” you questioned. he looked at you, sitting up. rolling his tongue around the inside of his cheek, a slight blush crept across his face as he thought for a moment. “lets see, it’ll take about 15 seconds to kiss down to your stomach, bout’ 10 to take those pants off, and then another 4 till i’m going down on you. by 29, i don’t think you’ll be able to get out a 30.”

you raised your eyebrows, flustered. “you’re a fucking idiot.” he bit his lip, eyes flickering up and down over you in a way that made your stomach flip. your smile faded a bit, heart thumping loudly. you started to count. “1.” he quickly scrambled, and by 4 he was tossing your bra to the floor.

6, he licked over your breast, eyes stuck onto yours the whole time. 7, you tangled your fingers into his short hair as he sucked your nipple into his warm mouth, fingertips tracing over your sides. 8, you let out a pathetic gasp when he bit the flesh between your breasts, soothing it over with a lick. 10, alex slowly started making his way down, taking his time as he kissed and licked your soft skin, nuzzling his nose into your stomach.

14, he left open mouthed kisses to where his hand had been earlier, dangerously close to where you needed him most. by 16, he was hastily unzipping your jeans, sliding them down your thighs and throwing them behind him without any caution, chuckling a bit when they hit your desk, toppling over a few lipsticks.

24, he now hooked his fingers in the elastic of your panties, sliding them down your legs. 26, he threw them on the floor, spreading your legs some more so he’d have room to nestle in between them. “28,” you whispered. he smiled up at you “let me hear all those pretty noises you’ve got.”

once you muttered a “29,” he was already lapping at your clit, not holding back or starting slow, immediately delving in. you gasped and whimpered, his earlier words ringing true. as stupid as it was, you were to blissed out to even care to mumble a 30. your hand immediately flew to his head again, short hair slipping in between your fingers.

his tongue darted in your hole, lapping up the arousal that dripped down onto the sheets. he groaned into your pussy in rhythm with his movements, evoking a breathy, high pitched moan out of you. “alex,” you sighed, hips involuntarily rocking against his face.

he suckled your clit into his mouth, swirling his toungue around your heat and soothing the ache with open mouthed kisses. he seemed as eager as you, fingertips pressing against your thighs so he’d keep you right where he wanted, his hips slowly grinding against the bed.

you’d never been built up this fast. you were so desperate, so needy all day that you were a moaning, dripping, squealing mess when you finally got what you wanted. alex rocked his erection into the mattress, unable to resist how much eating you out turned him on. he groaned into your clit, impossibly aroused by the lustful whimpers that escaped your lips, accompanied by soft gasps of his name every now and then.

you squealed rather loud when his fingers came into play, slowly starting to pump inside you while his tongue toyed with your clit. you were panting, eyes watering as you moaned and writhed. you could feel him smirk against you, his fingers brushing your walls, his disheveled hair tickling your stomach, it all felt so good.

he detached his mouth from you for a second, using his other hand to spread your legs wider, bringing his fingers to part your puffy folds. you hissed when the cool air hit your clit, wriggling a bit. he grinned, eyes locked onto yours and a strand of drool fell from his open mouth onto your clit, dripping down to your hole and you swore your eyes rolled back into your skull. holy fuck.

immediately, alex was licking at your clit again, fingers still in a v shape, spreading you apart. his thick fingers continued their movements inside you, filling you up and curling inside you. “al, m gonna cum,” you whined, mascara staining your cheeks.

“thas’ alright baby, let it out, good girl,” he cooed, voice muffled by your pussy. and just like that you came, screaming his name as you pushed his face against you, grinding your hips against his nose. he grunted into you as you squeezed his fingers, his mouth lapping up your release.

once your high started to diminish, you squealed a bit at the overstimulation, pushing his face away. he removed his fingers, a strand of arousal that connected them to your hole snapping as he pulled them away. he ran his other hand up and down your stomach as to soothe you, brown eyes locking onto yours as he sucked his fingers clean. you let out a soft little sigh at the action. he looked so adorable, his eyes all watery, mouth slick with your arousal and nose and cheeks all rosy and pink. you smiled, pulling him down against you.

he nuzzled his face into your neck, leaving a few soft kisses there. his jeans were about to tear at the seams from how angry his erection was, and you could feel it against your leg. you hastily unbuckled his belt, moving to unzip his jeans when he tried to shake your hand away. “no no, s’ fine. you just relax.”

you shook your head. “no baby, please let me help you,” you pouted, batting your eyelashes. not needing much convincing, he complied and you smiled, a flutter of excitement coursing through you.

you’d been thinking about it all day, how much you wanted to suck him off. you fantasized just going over to him while he was playing guitar, kneeling and letting your mouth work on him while he continued to play, fumbling with the strings and getting the chords wrong as you slobbered all over him.

29 seconds later and your mouth was soft velvet, incased over him. his moans were desperate, high pitched. his fingers went to grasp the baby pink ribbon your now messy hair was tied in, unintentionally loosening it with his grip.

you took as much of him as you could into your mouth, stroking what you couldn’t fit with your delicate hands. nothing about it was neat. you hair brushed his thighs, drool dribbled down his length, your nose nudged against his stomach, and soon enough salty hot cum bursted down your throat, making your eyes water. you swallowed it all, kitten licking his tip slowly when a few more droplets came out.

his snuffles and whimpers came to an end and he pulled you up on top of him, kissing your mascara stained cheek and running a hand through your mussed hair. his heartbeat was frantic against yours, soft little pants puffing out of his lips. you kissed him softly, nudging your nose against his cheek.

“my favorite girl..” he whispered, a little out of breath and your stomach fluttered. you smiled, resting your face against his shoulder and closing your eyes, his arms tight around your middle.

this was one of your favorite moments, laying on top of alex, his breath soft against your hair, his body heat melting into yours, his nose all rosy, cheeks warm and flushed. the silence was peaceful, and intimate. and even when the days weren’t so perfect, this moment always would be.

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HII thanks for reading!!! i love u guys thank you for all your love and support 😢 i really hope you enjoyed💓

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prettyyvisitor13 · 6 months

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ARCTIC MONKEYS THE ERAS TOUR POSTERS

the series i've been doing is now completed!! band and all members have their eras posters made by me, and adapted by taylor swift's iconic the eras tour poster. the posters have all the album eras for each of them. thank you everyone supported me during the process!! i've enjoyed so so much! and also please dont crop my name when you share it anywhere. or at least keep me credited 😭

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rymbrr · 3 months

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Baby Al drawing that started as but a sketch to give him cool shoes and ended with this

less crunchy version under the keep reading

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #the last shadow puppets #alex turner fanart #art #wpsiatwin

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dark-vader28 · 3 months

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A Certain Romance

wpsiatwin!alex turner x fem!reader

warnings: none? nothing but fluff. y/n is used

Your pen anxiously tapped the desk at an unsteady rhythm as you stared blankly at the questions on the paper. You tilted your head slightly, squinting to see if you were reading the problem right. When it seemed to make even less sense as the minutes passed, you tossed the pen aside and leaned back in your chair, letting out an exasperated sigh. You pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut in frustration. Your head was pounding and the bright illumination of the lamp only added to your migraine.

You heard movement, the rustle of clothes, and you took your hand away from your face. Alex was walking towards you and your demeanor changed. You turned to face him, sitting up straighter. He pulled up another chair and sat directly across from you, his hands in his lap. His eyes were searching yours and he nudged your leg with his.

“You alright, love?” he asked gently. You looked down, posturing slouching as you let out another sigh. You rubbed your eye and started to shake your head but you stopped yourself.

“It’s just,” you paused and glanced at the unanswered paper sitting on the desk. You chuckled a little at the foolishness of how easily you had let yourself get worked up over an assignment. Your eyes found Alex again who was waiting patiently for an answer, sitting on the edge of his chair, slipping closer to you. You swallowed the lump in your throat and rolled your tongue inside your mouth. “I don’t know…” you mumbled, looking down at the floor.

“Y/n?” he asked quietly. You glanced up, eyes glassy. You wished you could stop the tears from coming on. They were nothing but frustration tears but it was beyond you how they had even managed to make their appearance.

Alex grabbed your hand and rose out of his seat. You followed suit and he smiled softly. “Come on,” he spoke, hardly above a whisper. “I think you should take a break,” he suggested, his hand slowly slipping away from yours. You nodded, glancing down.

“And what do you suppose we do?” you asked curiously. You saw a smile stretch across his face but it faded soon after, morphing into a more nervous look.

“There’s, uh,” he paused, his tongue flicking over his lips. “I,” he stopped again, looking away. “Can I show you something?” You hesitated, brow furrowed, before you nodded. He briefly smiled before cautiously moving you to the side, away from his desk. Your eyes followed him as he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out an old notebook. His eyes met yours, causing your heart to flutter for a moment, a feeling you often got around him but you never thought anything of it. He flipped through the pages filled with scribbles from top to bottom. He stopped and waited a moment before he handed the notebook to you. Your eyes flicked between him and the notebook, slowly taking it from his hands.

“What’s this?” you asked, running through thumb over the page. He cleared his throat, shifting weight from foot to foot.

“Song lyrics,” he mumbled. You looked up, a glint in your eyes from the illumination of the desk lamp. You had watched him write for years. Those pages had been all too familiar to you but the words on there had always been foreign. He would occasionally ask you for help when he couldn’t think of a word but he’d never tell you what it was he was writing. You’d seen him play guitar but that was all he ever showed you. You’d asked about the notebook and its contents on multiple occasions but he always seemed to become flustered and blabber about it but he never told you.

You took one last look at him before setting for eyes on the page. You sat back down, your eyes scanning over the scribbles. He watched your reactions carefully, taking his seat in front of you. Nearly half the page was covered with crossed out words and sometimes full lines were scribbled out, new words written on top of the line. You could see Alex’s leg bouncing out of the corner of your eye but you were too attentive to the book. Considering this could be your only chance to read his lyrics before they were released into a real song, you (selfishly) weren’t going to miss your chance, and paid no attention to anything else but his lyrics.

When you reached the bottom of the page, you were nearly frozen, so enveloped by his lyrics. Even with the absence of a melody or instruments or even the sound of his voice, it was incredible.

His eyes were still following you closely, nervous and eager for your response. You shut the notebook, the lyrics running through your head. It was strange finally reading them. You’d known him for so long. You met him back when you were nearly 14 in one of your classes. Normally you hadn’t talked much with anyone your teacher paired you up with in class but you had been humming some tune while working and Alex was quick to recognize it. You weren’t sure really what happened after that but a few years later, he was playing the song for you on guitar, the two of you singing along. Surely you knew Matt was Alex’s best friend but you were convinced Alex was yours. Or at least you thought, never really able to sort out your feelings towards him. You couldn’t like him that way… right?

“Al,” you began softly. “Your lyrics are incredible.” You met his gaze and you felt your heart melt a bit. God, you hated him and those stupid brown doe eyes and the way he looked at you with hearts in his eyes, and the way he could make you smile in a heartbeat, or the way he sent chills down your spine and made you nervous with a single glance, and the way he cared about you more than anyone had, and…

His hand was placed on your leg, his face closer to you. His brows were knitted into a look of concern and your eyes accidentally flicked down to his lips for a moment but you redirected your gaze back to his eyes.

“Y/n, are you sure you’re alright?” he asked, his thumb gently tracing small circles over your leg. You swallowed nervously, nodding. You couldn’t take looking into his eyes a moment longer. Your bottom lip slipped between your teeth and you shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts.

His hand pressed against your cheek, cupping your face tenderly as he tilted your face up to look at him. You could’ve sworn your heart missed a beat. He stole a glance at your lips before meeting your eyes again. You were leaning into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut briefly. The aching feeling in your heart mixed with the slow painful realization that Alex wasn’t just a friend to you anymore. You were drawing closer to him like a magnet. You regained your awareness and you panicked, clearing your throat and moving away. You hurriedly stood up, your heart racing desperately.

“Um,” you stuttered, nervously running a hand through your hand. This couldn’t be real. Alex would never think of you in that way. Friends, you were friends. “Those lyrics were really-”

“Y/n,” Alex interrupted. You turned to face him as he stood up. His eyes looked glassy and tired, like he had lost all hope and any trace of spark in his eyes had vanished. You frowned slightly, hoping you hadn’t been the cause. “I’m sor-” he started but the rest of his words were muffled and drowned out as your lips were slammed against his. You weren’t sure you had ended up there and it seemed every coherent thought had long since disappeared. One of your hands was clutched onto the collar of his shirt, pulling his lips closer to yours frantically. You pulled away when there wasn’t much of a reaction from Alex, falling away from his lips with the sinking feeling you had just ruined your friendship. His face was redder than normal, eyes wider, and his jaw hanging slightly slack. He looked down at your lips before he pulled you in by the waist and placed his lips against yours. The thought of you being friends already felt foreign as your lips collided over and over again.

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a/n: sorry this is so short, i kind of just daydream about his lyrics so much that this came to be and this isn’t proofread so sorry for any spelling mistakes

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n #alex turner one shot #arctic monkeys #the arctic monkeys #the last shadow puppets #tlsp #wpsiatwin #wpsiatwin era #whatever people say i am that's what i'm not #my fic

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alexturne · 3 months

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I'm so emotional over this album. I can't believe it's been 18 years. It's my favourite album. The first album I ever listened to that I found to be completely perfect. It was just absolutely perfect from beginning to end. That was my first thought after listening to it. The view from the afternoon hit me straight in the face and I was instantly smiling throughout the whole thing, bawling my eyes out by a certain romance.

Most powerful, interesting and unique album. Exactly my style of music and expression, perfectly captures an attitude so pure and devil-may-care at the same time, a band who aren't trying to do anything but create music that they enjoy, so free of expectations and rule-following. It perfectly encaptures this band and the way they were then and still remain today; true to themselves, following their gut, letting their instincts and relationships with each other guide the way, not afraid to take risks, humourous, tongue in cheek, oh so clever and witty and so fucking high quality that it's almost a bit ridiculous. The melodies so catchy and poignant, such interesting rhythms and grooves and wide-eyed weariness in the best and most wonderful way imaginable. Something I've not found anywhere else.

I love this album beyond belief. It's been my favourite since the first time I heard it on the day it came out and it still remains the same to this day. I've been in love with this band for longer than I haven't, and I keep being impressed and floored over and over at the way they're able to reinvent themselves without losing touch with their roots and what makes them them. They've grown so much and created so much beautiful art and this album still remains my very favourite. It stands the test of time, it's brand new and touchingly nostalgic at the same time. It touches every single one of my heartstrings, and I couldn't possibly love it more.

Happy birthday whatever people say I am that's what I'm not, thank you for being my steady companion throughout all of these years.

#arctic monkeys #wpsiatwin #view from the afternoon just came on shuffle and legit made me tear up

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viridiane · 1 year

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Happy birthday!

Alex through the albums.

#alex turner #wpsiatwin #fwn #the age of the understatement #humbug #suck it and see #am era #eycte era #tbhc era #the car

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dailyamlyrics · 2 months

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“The band were fucking wank and i’m not having a nice time.”

#dailyamlyrics #arctic monkeys #am #alex turner #jamie cook #matt helders #nick o'malley #lyrics #whatever people say i am that's what i'm not #fake tales of san francisco #wpsiatwin #wpsiatwin era #lyric quotes #lyric posting

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malina-33 · 1 year

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Alex Turner used to sing in one micro since 2006, so obviously Miles wasn’t the first🤭

Arctic Monkeys perfoming Fake Tales of San Francisco during NME Tour with Keith Murry

#alex turner #wpsiatwin #arctic monkeys #milex #live music #miles kane

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turnersyndrome · 8 months

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Alex and Nick

📸: elizabethhedyn

#alex turner #am era #arctic monkeys #jamie cook #matt helders #alex turner smut #alex turner fanfic #nick omalley #nick o'malley #favourite worst nightmare #wpsiatwin #tlsp #the last shadow puppets #miles kane

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blair-s-world · 6 months

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Softyyy 💌

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musicandotherstuff · 3 months

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Alex Turner - Live in Seattle at Crocodile Cafè

29/03/2006

📸: Kelly Lynch

#arctic monkeys #alex turner #wpsiatwin era #wpsiatwin #whatever people say i am that's what i'm not #crocodile cafè #seattle

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daddy-long-legssss · 3 months

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The Story Behind The Song: Arctic Monkeys’ early ambitions on ‘A Certain Romance’

Lucy Harbron – Far Out Magazine | January 17, 2024

It was 2006. Mortgages were crashing, and businesses were going bust. Tony Blair was on his last legs in office as the longest-serving prime minister since Margaret Thatcher, and the hangover of ‘Cool Brittania’ was beginning to set in with an unexpected ferocity. Things were bleak when a young Alex Turner sang, “There ain’t no romance around there” through the public’s speakers. Arctic Monkeys were about to write themselves into musical history as the voice of a new generation.

The final song on their debut album, there has always been something special about ‘A Certain Romance’. In 2022, after the release of their seventh album, The Car, Turner seemed to find himself reflecting back on that 2006 track. To the musician, that early cut holds a clue to everything that was to come as he said the piece “showed that we did actually have these ambitions beyond what we once thought we were capable of”.

Coming in at over the five-minute mark, ‘A Certain Romance’ almost feels like the Arctic Monkeys’ version of a rock opera, summarising all the themes, feelings and energy that came before it on their seminal album Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not. It has the cheekiness of ‘Fake Tales Of San Francisco’ and the catchy instrumentals of hits like ‘Dancing Shoes’ or ‘I Bet That You Look Good On The Dancefloor’. Utilising the northern charm of ‘Mardy Bum’, it stands as a final, neatly summarising point on the social commentary found in their early tracks like ‘From The Ritz To The Rubble’ or ‘Riot Van’. Really, it could be argued that ‘A Certain Romance’ is the ultimate example of Arctic Monkeys’ original sound, perfectly encapsulating all the things that made the world listen up and pay attention.

It’s like they seemed to know that, too, always allowing the song a special place. In fact, it was really the band’s opening remark. Years before the offer of a debut album came around, the group were a well-oiled machine with their own local hits. They had the northern live music scene in their hands as their homemade demo CD was passed around like everyone’s worst-kept secret. Beneath the Boardwalk features eight out of the 13 songs that would be on Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not, albeit in a slightly different, lower-quality version. But the opening number, ‘A Certain Romance’, sounds just the same.

It’s all there, from the rolling opening drums to that final guitar solo. Recorded and produced in a rented studio at only age 17, the existence of ‘A Certain Romance’, one of the band’s most explorative and energetic numbers, in this form this early in their career feels like a diamond sitting in a mine. It proves that they were always onto something special.

They never needed any help. In fact, their producer, Jim Abbiss, noted that they even seemed nervous about the help. “I think they were probably a bit weary, like ‘who’s this guy? And is he gonna make our sound this or that.’”

They didn’t want anything to change too much, as the group already had the songs figured out. Turner certainly did, as the track’s meandering narrative about hometown lads, fights, and local boredom is already there. Talking on a podcast, original member Andy Nicholson revealed the story behind the song. “We had a practice room with a pool table in, and we had a party in there, and we invited another band who were friends of ours, and we all had some drinks,” he said. “Then something happened, someone throws a pool cue, someone throws a pool ball, and everyone ends up fighting,” he added, explaining the lyrics, “there’s boys in bands / And kids who like to scrap with pool cues in their hands.”

But the magic of Arctic Monkeys lies in their nuance. What begins as a snooty analysis of his local landscape is a genuinely affectionate take. “Well, over there, there’s friends of mine / What can I say? I’ve known ’em for a long long time / And, yeah, they might overstep the line / But you just cannot get angry in the same way,” Turner sings, looking around at his bandmates and lifelong friends. ‘A Certain Romance’ is not only a time capsule for the group’s beginnings but is an ode to all the people who were there with them. It’s an ode to the hometown that made them and all its various characters.

But as the last guitar solo roars to life, there is an unspoken statement that they’re going to be bigger than what they came from. “I remember when we were recording ‘A Certain Romance’ and having a conversation with the producer about the final guitar solo,” Turner told NME, recalling the moment these songs were reworked for their debut. But they wouldn’t let anyone mess with ‘A Certain Romance’, knowing exactly what they were doing and trying to say with that one. In the 2003 demo version, all the feeling is already there, and Turner wouldn’t risk it.

“There’s something that happens at the end of that track where we break some rules in a single moment,” he continued. What happens at the end of the piece feels even more special, considering how the album was recorded. “These are the songs we wanna do, and I think this is the order we wanna do them in,” Alex Turner told their producer, recounting the conversation in 2007 to RadioX, “And he goes, ‘alright, we’ll try to record them in that order as well.’” As the final song, that last guitar solo is the last thing recorded for the album, standing as a cathartic outlet and a chance for the band to prove themselves.

“We focused on the [emotional] effect of the instrumentals over the words,” Turner reflected on the track, concluding, “and I feel like we’ve been trying to do that again and again since then.”

#I could talk about 'A Certain Romance' until I'm blue in the face or a sobbing mess #lucy did a good job on this one #she perfectly encapsulated how this song makes me feel #the moment I heard it I knew that this band was something incredibly special #it is so near and dear to my heart I will never stop singing it's praise #the fact they made this song that is so compelling and takes you an emotional journey from the beginning to end over 20 years ago????#and how protective they were of it when making the first album cause they knew it was something special #and Alex drawing similarities between 'ACR' and 'The Car' & letting the instrumental moments of the song convey more emotion than the lyri #like he always said they continue to follow the same instincts from the very beginning nearly 20 years later #i just want to write an ode to ACR so i can ramble on about it #but im gonna shut up for now #anyways please enjoy this article LOL #arctic monkeys #wpsiatwin #whatever people say i am that's what im not #a certain romance #alex turner #jamie cook #matt helders #nick o'malley #andy nicholson #far out magazine

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