Exactly one month and three days ago we hung with the Last Shadow Puppets. They are really British, have nice shoes and played guitar for Open Bar, our new series of music played all casual and friendly-like at Heathers bar in the East Village. Heather was there, and, like us, she swooned for the Beatles cuts and general soft cockney of Miles Kane and Alex Turner as they ripped through some joints from their upcoming album The Age of the Understatement. For this, their first (un)official performance ever (!) they told us their Shadow Puppet mantra is to write grown-up songs. Not the biggest departure from the deep heady goof of Arctic Monkeys, but not as teen swoon, either. Either way, charming jams for midday. Dudes know how to write some shit for the ages and we're happy to have captured it first.