The Arctic Monkeys are a good band, much in the same way that Weezer was a good band in the wake of Nirvana; you can't mention the Monkeys without pointing to their own era's precursors (Franz, Bloc, Futureheads), but they have their own charm and take on the Gang of Four-mula. And by "charm," I mean "Alex Turner," the lead singer and songwriter who takes the semi-wild howl of The Vines' Craig Nicholls and gives it a much more varied backing band, far more interesting lyrics and, sure, a much thicker British accent. Opener "The View From the Afternoon" hops back and forth between dancey fare and start-stopping guitar-riff blasts, while "I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor" has its pop-punk guitar riffs kicked in the face by a fascination with hair metal. It's all a blender of what you've heard before, but at least the lyrics prove the Monkeys are aware of this; final song "A Certain Romance" laments the lameness of all things overhyped, perhaps even themselves -- "there's only music so that there's new ring tones." The Monkeys, young as they are, already get it, and somehow, they've left behind a solid document of '00s rock that will last even after the Internet hype machines run out of electricity.