It's a very straightforward science. Sheffield is the Petri dish you see, the Arctic Monkeys the original bacterial spore of this latest cell culture. It's an accepted inevitability in these kinds of conditions that there will be imminent and accelerated asexual reproduction of said cells, it's just what happens. And lo, a matter of months later nature has taken its course. Milburn are four lads from the city of steel cutlery and Jarvis Cocker with a line in post-Libertines earnestness, pounding rhythms and overflowing colloquial accounts of the life that unfolds immediately around them. Things should be sounding familiar by now.
They're by no means the only ones, but by largely following through on their threat and not mucking about too much with the template they've made themselves into a fairly resilient proposition. This isn't a Northern Uproar/Oasis mismatch, though naturally they're missing the extent of their recent forefathers' edge, especially where the Monkeys' bungled eloquence is concerned. But by also ratcheting up the discipline of the Ordinary Boys and the added tunefulness of Maximo Park, especially on "Cheshire Cat Smile" and "Storm in a Teacup", they prove their worth. Everyone likes a game of spot the difference. And it seems things have happened in Sheffield that the Arctic Monkeys haven't had the chance to cover yet. --James Berry