
Poor Alex Turner. It’s not often the curse of the difficult second album strikes so poetically. When he shuffled on to the scene in 2005, ever the unassuming frontman, Whatever You Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not, his aching love letter to the practised art of going out and getting pissed, struck a chord with a generation of teenagers who did little else. The lyrics were disarmingly poetic, and above all else, the album sounded great....