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riotvandemofan · 23 days
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happy birthday !
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exoqenesis · 3 months
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🖤🤍 happy birthday to everything you’ve come to expect 01/04/16 🤍🖤
(aka the album with one of the most impressively homoerotic music video collections of all time)
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musicandotherstuff · 11 months
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Alex Turner: "I have some photos from that shoot that Tina did. A guy showed me these lost photos that were found after the photographer died. That clicked immediately; it looked like an album cover, even long before we wrote this album."
Singer and artist Tina Turner passed away today at the age of 83. She is the cover of The Last Shadow Puppets' second album. The album cover consists of a sepia-toned photograph of the singer dancing, originally taken in 1969 in NY. It was photographed by Jack Robinson.
Simply the best. Forever 💔
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The Last Shadow Puppets Everything You've Come To Expect @ La Musicale 2016
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cherries-in-wine · 27 days
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I want to fuck this album and every single song in it.
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insanenorthwest · 3 months
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god, what an attractive duo.
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shrenvents · 7 months
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Miracle Aligner
Alex Turner Series
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Summary: Who knew Alex Turner, frontman to one of the greatest bands of this generation had the worst luck in love. As a romantic who's quite familiar with heartbreak, Turner's grown sick of looking for a spark he knows will eventually turn to ash. So, while visiting a local pub, how was he supposed to know that a drunken Tuesday night would change his sombre tune forever?
Inspired by the album Everything You've Come To Expect. Mature content (sexual acts, language) Original character.
Chapter one:
Aviation
Toronto, November 15, 2015
5:57 pm
Alex's POV
"That's enough Turner!" Zach yells over the various clamouring instruments. "You've been working on these songs for weeks and this was the best you got mate?" Jaime continues with a snort. "Yeah?" I huff, rolling my eyes. Jaime and Zach exchange a knowing look before Zach pipes up again, "You know what Al,? Why don't you call it a night, maybe go out, meet a few girls, have fun." He then glances to my right. "Miles you stay and finish your set."
"What's this?" I jest, bewildered by my bandmates.
"Sorry Al, the songs you've been writing these days just aren't the Shadow Puppets brand," Jaime trails off, looking more empathetic than his counterpart. My brows crease further into my eyelids and I dully unclasp the guitar strap from my shoulder. "My songs don't fit the 'brand' of my band?" I glare at them in disbelief as the two share another look.
"Sorry Al, but your material has been all doom and gloom these days." Miles now exclaims while avoiding my troubled expression. He pauses before continuing. "Your greatest hits are love songs, passionate shite." Miles's eyes then connect with my own, and I finally understand what he's implying. "It's been a while mate." His last statement was the final blow.
That's right, I haven't been with anyone for months, romantically, physically, and everybody knows it. These days I just find romance to be tiresome. Even a shag doesn't seem to excite me much anymore. I've simply gone mad, that's what it is.
Though they seem to have me all figured out, I refuse to give in to their remarks. "You lot have lost it. I'll come back when you've come to your senses!" I bark out while snatching up my guitar and jacket. The boy's faint snickers fill the room as I take off towards the door. "Aw c'mon, Al!" Jaime carries out, stifling his laughter. I slam the door behind me with unnecessary force, utterly infuriated.
Instantly after leaving the studio, I feel the blistering Canadian winter encase my narrow frame. "Bugger," I snit before whipping out my phone, in hopes an Uber would usher me away from this frost. To my dismay, because of the excessive snowfall, transport was either delayed or unavailable, and I had no interest in sticking around roadside. So, I switched to searching for a local pub, racing out of the cold.
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After a numbing 10-minute journey, I reached a pub called Les Cactus and ripped open its wooden entrance, embracing its heat. Whilst I take a seat on the nearest bar stool, a flash of red catches the corner of my eyes. A waitress with her back turned serves drinks to a group of men who gawk at her with an unreserved fancy. Momentarily, I admire her long, fiery hair that flows down her fit backside. Fortunately, the incoming bartender removes me from my fairly pervy thoughts. "What can I get for ya buddy?" The bartender ranks down my features, odd excitement filling his own. "You got any Bulleit?" He smirks.
"Sure thing." He spins away from me, before quickly rotating back and whispering for my ears only, "Big fan by the way." I smile politely with a nod as he disappears into the bar to prepare my drink. My gaze returns to the space where the redhead once stood, which is now vacant. "Here ya go. Let me know if you need anything else!" The bartender ponders shortly before speaking, "My name's Mickey by the way." He places my bourbon down with an oddly suggestive wink.
8:24 pm
"Maybe consider spacing out your next drink Alex. I get you're a millionaire and money ain't a thing," Mickey bobs his head, taking note of appearance, "but you're kinda overdoing it buddy," he finishes. I scoff at his smirk and slap a bill on the countertop. "Another." My face and tone drop in an attempt to be taken seriously, but my drunken command doesn't detour Mickey's delight.
"You're the boss."
"Uh-uh, that's at least his sixth drink this hour M." An unfamiliar feminine voice pitches in. It's husky and demanding, and so, I intend to listen. Curiously turning to look, my vision is consumed by that recognizable carrot-like head. If I was captivated before seeing her face, I was surely a goner now.
Mickey ceases his actions while she stares between us with scrutiny. I'm gobsmacked and she clearly takes my silence as a sort of confirmation. "Right, no more for him. Okay M?" Mickey nods sternly, face falling moderately as her tone leaves no room for opposition. "Alex!" I practically cry out before Red gets the chance to leave. Smooth Turner.
"Excuse me?"
"I-uh, name's Alexander..." Yeah, very smooth.
"Jennie." She states curtly, evidently bemused. She then moves swiftly on her heel towards the kitchen. Straight away I grimace, pulling a hand to my forehead, rubbing its lines harshly. "Not a word." Mickey chuckles quietly and goes back to his work.
9:41 pm
"Still here, Alexander?" My head shoots up, startled by Red. When did I even fall asleep-
"Yes?" She snorts at my jumbled reply.
"Want me to call you a cab? A shrink perhaps?"
"M' sorry?" I question clumsily.
"Oh? I just thought you may need one, after hearing what you told to Mickey." Her sultry voice echoes out her rather devious grin. "God." My eyes widen in horror which aids her impending elation. "What have I said?"
"Nothing really, just that..." She starts counting her digits absentmindedly. "You've got no luck writing your music, no love life. Oh, and you have no sex life!" She proclaims the last part with glee. Jesus, please end this nightmare.
"I did not."
"Did too."
"I've had too much drink."
"Drunken words are sober thoughts." Jennie carries on smiling at my trepidation. Maybe I'd find her charming if her jokes weren't at my expense. "That's it, I'm not tipping." I declare pathetically. Her devilish smirk doesn't falter. "Seriously? Things can't be that bad! Mickey tells me you're actually a successful musician."
"That you've obviously never heard of." I roll my eyes at the absurdity of our conversation. She laughs aloud at my response, which I admit, brought a genuine smile to my face. It really has been a while. Her face then goes blank. "Alexander."
"Alex."
"Alex. You're young." She pauses, her gaze sweeps my shaggy appearance. "Ish"
"Ouch." I flinch jokingly, earning myself another gorgeous laugh and playful swat.
"Hey! And you're good-looking."
"Ish." I interrupt again with a chuckle and her smile grows.
"No!" She more or less shouts, "You have a lot to work with, trust me." Her hands gesture nimbly. "The only thing standing in the way of you getting laid is yourself." A surprise roar of laughter leaves my lips shortly and I shake my head in disbelief.
"You're selling yourself short here Alexander," Red concludes. "Alex-"
"You're wasting your youth-ish," she interrupts me once again and a sliver of silence washes over us. It's as if we're the only ones in this packed pub, eyes locked on one another, communicating beyond words. Her deep hazel orbs focus on my brown ones. "What do you suggest I do then, Jennie?" Lightly raising a brow, my words dare her while her lovely name rolls off my tongue. I can't help but revel in how it sounds. Then something flashes in her fixated stare.
"Let's get out of here."
Chapter two
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depressedraisin · 4 months
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@lalaballa1977 asked for this on the goofy little crying lightning rhyme pattern post i did like 3 days ago. so here it is.
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istg making this nearly broke my brain. SO FUCKING MANY rhymes and consonance and assonance and ON TOP OF THAT they overlap in so many places. it's fluoroscent adolescence but on steroids. fuckin' 'ell kane and turner.
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ant-milex-love · 6 months
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Calm like you- The Last Shadow Puppets
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33misc · 6 months
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I may be completely wrong here but I love to think Miles and Alex agreed on the same melody, topic and structure and then wrote each verse of Used to be my girl in their own style.
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“When you’re longing for the sweet smell of self esteem”
“Glass-bottomed ego, still afloat but can’t you see the cracks appearing in the base”
“I’m leaning in to kiss the past goodbye”
“I caught you talking to the real me”
Lyrical geniuses
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exoqenesis · 6 months
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nicoscheer · 1 year
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Where is love?
*staring Miles dead in the eyes*
There it is
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Love how Alex kept on wearing the riddler costume or parts of it on several occasions/gigs (he looks like a little goat head butting miles)
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🥹🥹🫶🏽 never forget this amazing cover of Rihanna’s SOS
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Via leatherbondagetrackie: Ultimate worrier Steve chapman and Alice cooper (New Orleans, Halloween 2014)
(Not her telling who Matt and Alex are but not her husband 🤣)
Not us for years wondering as who he was dressed up and some speculating Alice Cooper but considering his usual effort and accuracy it seemed strange until we got this pic from Katie Cook and Alex just basically being like yeah I was Alice Cooper but took me wig off cause like when we first saw alex’s halloween costume in 2014 we weren’t even sure who he was until ten months later when he went on the alligator hour with josh homme and said he was alice cooper but he took the wig off….ten months to find out who he was and then another ten years to see a photo with the wig 💀
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musicandotherstuff · 3 months
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The Last Shadow Puppets - Roskilde Festival
July 2016
📸: Gonzales Photo (on Alamy)
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cant-say-tomorrow-day · 3 months
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the next band collaboration that I want to see in the world is TLSP and TLDP so that we can have The Last Dinner Puppet Shadow Party
In all seriousness think these two bands would sound phenomenal together 😭 Abigail Morris and Alex Turner on the same song is something I NEED in this world...
I mean, James Ford produced Prelude to Ecstasy and both TLSP albums, so it's not a far stretch...
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