"Matador" ... an instrumental? In itself, because there is only a short narrative which is once again the lyrical brilliance of Alex Turner demonstrated:
She was marrying a matador / and He Was with the weather girl / a very clever girl / who stood out amongst several other ones / a terrible dilema / and forever he'll regret the day he did not make the rescue from the bullring / sulking will not get you nowhere son / There's blood on your chin where you've to ask your tongue / Smitten but might not be smitten for long / if you're still sitting she'll soon be smitten and gone
A truly brilliant song, also ziehmlich bleak.
The vinyl is settled a small sticker.
I would like to criticize only the packaging: it has an open center, here a protective film would have been nice.