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Die liebsten Alpträume der Arctic Monkeys

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Markus Schneider

Großbritanniens Rockwunder geht weiter. Die Arctic Monkey aus Sheffield legen ein fantastischen zweites Album vor. Auf "Favourite Worst Nightmare" bekämpft die Band das Erwachsenen-Dasein. Und warnt vor schlechten Radioprogrammen sowie langweiligem Sex.

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