When I took my dog out today, a song I hadn’t heard in ages came up on my Zune (yes, I have a Zune. Please reserve judgment): “Whistle For the Choir” by The Fratellis. As I walked among the orange-red leaves, I thought about how much I loved this song, and this band, when I first heard them in London in early 2007.
I dare you to resist the charms of “Chelsea Dagger,” an infectious, boot-stomping romp of a rock tune:
The point is, while I still unabashedly love The Fratellis’s first album, Costello Music, I never really gave them a chance after that. I bought their second effort, Here We Stand, listened to it once or twice, and promptly forgot about it.
I know I’m not alone in favoring a beloved band’s first release, but I’m guilty of doing it over and over again. I thought today about all the artists, especially my beloved Brits, that I abandoned post-debut: The Fratellis, Lily Allen, The Kooks. There are certainly more, but these are the ones that stand out most. Today begins my quest to right this wrong, and give these artists’ sophomore albums another try.
Well, maybe not tonight. I have a wedding to attend.