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Indeed, what makes the record-and, according to critics, the Libertines’ live show-work is the rhythm section: for all the craziness layered on top, the bass and GUXPVPLVVQDU\DFXH+DVVHOO¶VEDVVZRUNLVFULVSZDONLQJD¿QHOLQHEHWZHHQ laying down a solid harmonic foundation and offering little melodic asides and OHDGV3RZHOO¶VGUXPPLQJLVHYHQEHWWHUWDXWDQGSRZHUIXONQRZLQJZKHQWRVSXU WKHEDQGRQDQGZKHQWRKROGWKHPEDFN7KHSDLUDFWDVDVRUWRIPXVLFDOJOXH holding together the songs when they threaten to fracture apart, and, in doing so, VHWWKH/LEHUWLQHVDSDUWIURPPXFKRIWKHLUFRPSHWLWLRQ

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VLQLVWHUKLSVKXIÀH'RKHUW\DQG%DUDWZRUNWKHLUPDJLFDVWKHLUVORSS\LQWHUORFNLQJ guitar parts and slurred, indistinct vocals weave their way around the solid groove ODLGGRZQE\WKHEDVVDQGGUXPV&KDUPLQJLQDVLQHZ\ZD\WKHO\ULFVSURYLGHD clue about what is to come: though the song’s “drunken prophet” might well “see everything,” his view, and by implication that of the singers, of the surroundings LVFOHDUO\DSHUVSHFWLYHIURPWKHJXWWHU8QOLNHWKH%HDWOHV¶³3HQQ\/DQH´ZKLFK offers a bird’s-eye view of its characters’ thoughts and actions-to say nothing of the Kinks’ snapshots of contemporary (and changing) England in the 1960s

and 1970s-the Libertines look “up” rather than “down,” and it remains unclear ZKHWKHUWKH\UHDOO\ZLVKWRFUDZORXWRIWKHPHVV4

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can be gleaned in the song’s reference to Bill Bones, a mysterious and sometimes FRQWUDGLFWRU\FKDUDFWHULQ5REHUW/RXLV6WHYHQVRQ¶VTreasure Island$JDLQZH KDYHWKH/LEHUWLQHVZUDSSLQJWKHPVHOYHVLQP\VWHU\

The Libertines’ songs teem with sordid street scenes: illicit sex, voyeurism, GUXJXVHLQVREULHW\¿JKWVULRWVVHHPLQJO\WDNLQJSODFHLQWKHZHHKRXUVZKHQWKH PRUHUHVSHFWDEOHPHPEHUVRIVRFLHW\DUHVDIHO\DWKRPH4XLWHIUDQNO\LWVHHPV OLNH D .HURXDFLVK SXWRQ WKH DQWLFV RI VSRLOHG EUDWV VOXPPLQJ LQ WKH VWUHHWV Which does not imply the band has not had its problems: Doherty’s multiple (at last count somewhere north of a dozen) arrests for drink, drugs, and burglaryRIEDQGPDWH%DUDW¶VÀDWQROHVV²LPSO\DFHUWDLQDZDUHQHVVRIWKHOLIH¶VGDUNHU corners, but even this seems like a charade if not a chimera-another costume put on by Doherty who, despite his obvious intelligence and musical talent, seems either by inclination or design (or both) to care as much about sustaining the sordid fantasy he has weaved around himself as about actually realizing the vision he HVSRXVHV6

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This tension between appearances and reality is nowhere more apparent WKDQ LQ³%R\V LQ WKH%DQG´²WKHREYLRXVDQVZHUVRQJ WR³7LPHIRU+HURHV´² which begins with the singer calling out all pretenders, who run away rather than ³VLQJ´³GDQFH´RU³¿JKW´,QVKRUW WKHVRQJTXHVWLRQVWKRVHZKRVHZDONGRHV QRWPDWFKWKHLU WDON:KLOHQRWHVSHFLDOO\SURIRXQG WKHTXHVWLRQDW OHDVWVHHPV ³SXQN´0HDQZKLOHWKHOLVWHQHULVOHIWDVNLQJWKHVDPHWKLQJVDERXWWKH/LEHUWLQHV WKHPVHOYHV3RVWXUHDQGSUHWHQVHDVLGHZKDWKDGDWOHDVWDWWKHWLPHWKLVDOEXP appeared) the Libertines actually accomplished? A single? A handful of (by all accounts sloppy) gigs? Perhaps the question is not fair: the same could be said RIPRVWEDQGVWKDWKDGMXVWUHOHDVHGWKHLUGHEXWDOEXP2QWKHRWKHUKDQGQRWDOO EDQGVWU\VRKDUGWRZLVKRULPDJLQHWKHPVHOYHVLQWRWKHPXVLFDOWUDGLWLRQ,QVWHDG the Libertines seem to assume that if you act like you belong than you do, in fact, EHORQJ

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Immediately after the quick shot of this heap of records-whether it comprises DWUHDVXUHWURYHWREHUDLGHGRUDSLOHRIUHIXVHLVXQFOHDU²WKHFDPHUD¿QGVWKH %R\V³SOD\LQJ´ WKHLUVRQJGUHVVHG LQ6JW3HSSHU MDFNHWVQR OHVVDQGVKDNLQJ WKHLU FDUHIXOO\ GLVKHYHOHG KDLU LQ REYLRXV SDURG\ RU KRPDJH WR WKH )DE )RXU Another post-modern moment, the quick juxtaposition of the Beatles’ second record with Sgt. Pepper’V LVVLJQL¿FDQW)LUVW LW UHPLQGV WKHYLHZHURIKRZIDU WKH%HDWOHVSURJUHVVHGLQDVFDQW¿YH\HDUV6HFRQGWKDWIRUWKH/LEHUWLQHV²DQG whether this is true for a whole generation is a subject for another debate-the Beatles’ entire history is not a sequence but a whole to be mined at will: that for the Libertines the Beatles, early or late, are simply a discrete piece of the past to EHPLQHGPLPLFNHG FXWDQGSDVWHG0RUHRYHU D TXLFN FXW²EOLQN DQG \RX¶OO miss it-shows the boys back in their street clothes while a quartet of young birds KDYHGRQQHGWKH6JW3HSSHUJDUE$JDLQWKLVPHUHO\HPSKDVL]HVWKDWSRLQWWKDW at least for this band, the past is merely a costume or aesthetic that can be as easily DVVXPHGDVVKHG9 $QG WKH/LEHUWLQHV VHHP WRFRQ¿UP WKLVSRVWPRGHUQ WHPSRUDO VHQVLELOLW\ LQ

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earnest Britishness, somewhere in the land claimed earlier by the Kinks and, to a certain extent, the Jam, both bands who, in their own way, found their sensibilities QRW LQ WKH$PHULFDQSDVW EXW LQ D E\JRQHRU GLVDSSHDULQJ(QJODQG$OO%ULWLVK URFNEDQGVRZHDFHUWDLQGHEWWR$PHULFDEXWPRVWRIWKHP²WKH5ROOLQJ6WRQHV &UHDP/HG=HSSHOLQ²FOHDUO\KRSHWREHVWWKH$PHULFDQVDWWKHLURZQJDPH2QO\ the Beatles really straddled the oceanic divide comfortably: every quintessentially British tune such as “Penny Lane” has a companion in a fundamentally American QXPEHUOLNH³2K'DUOLQJ´SDUWRIWKH%HDWOHV¶JHQLXVZDVWKLVDELOLW\WRFRPELQH WKHWZRDHVWKHWLFVVRVHDPOHVVO\

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