Artic monkeys - mardy bum

Arctic Monkeys - Leave Before The Lights Come On

Back Against the Wall is an outlaw-country record built on grit, scars, and resilience. It’s the story of holding on when the world tries to break you — of finding freedom in dirt roads, family, memory, and truth, even when the weight of survival presses hard.

The album opens with “Dirt Roads and Dogs”, a free-spirited escape into the country soul, before diving into the raw defiance of “Frankly, I Don’t Give a Damn.” Tracks like “Sunday Porchlight” and “The Sky Remembers” provide heart and reflection, anchoring the record in stories of grace and memory. “We Were Soldiers Too” serves as its haunting tribute, honoring sacrifice and courage with reverence.

The title track “Back Against the Wall” and “The Last Free Thinker” drive the album’s rebellious core, confronting modern struggles and the cost of survival with unflinching honesty. To balance the fire, “Pickin’ Trouble” delivers rowdy bluegrass energy, while “Let ’Em Be Kids” strips back the noise to remind us what’s worth protecting.

Together, these songs form a litany of truth: that even in chaos and collapse, there’s defiance, there’s love, and there’s still something worth standing for. Back Against the Wall is not just an album — it’s an outlaw hymnbook for hard times.

We Might Be Robots

Let ’Em Be Kids


Early morning, coffee in my hand
The toaster’s glowing, I can’t understand
Pop! Goes the bread, smoke fills the air
Alarm’s screaming like it just doesn’t care

Screaming at the toaster, it’s out of control
Burnt edges flying, smoke on a roll
Screaming at the toaster, my breakfast fight
Chaos in the kitchen, morning’s not right

Press the lever down, it’s just a machine
Why does it hate me? Why so mean?
Charcoal crumbs on the countertop
I’m waving a towel, can’t make it stop

Screaming at the toaster, it’s out of control
Burnt edges flying, smoke on a roll
Screaming at the toaster, my breakfast fight
Chaos in the kitchen, morning’s not right

Screaming at the toaster, it’s out of control
Burnt edges flying, smoke on a roll
Screaming at the toaster, my breakfast fight
Chaos in the kitchen, morning’s not right


Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts

Josh Larocque