If you’re anything like me, you’ll find the idea of any member of the Arctic Monkeys being in their mid-thirties absolutely preposterous. Surely they’re all still 19, no?
I’ll bet some of you youths they’ve got these days weren’t alive in 1984. I remember it well. Kind of. Marvin Gaye got shot by his dad, Everton won the FA Cup and Mike Read lost his Farage-loving mind about Frankie Goes to Hollywood, live on air. It instantly went to number one. Sort of a Streisand effect before Streisand.
Sheffield, though. What a hotbed. The Human League, Def Leppard, Pulp, Moloko, Bring Me the Horizon, Joe Cocker…there’s something for everyone.
Don’t ever go shopping there, though. I discovered to my own cost that it’s impossible to park anywhere.