Arctic Monkeys
Originally a next door neighbour of fellow band member, Alex Turner, Cook and the other band members picked up their respective instruments and formed a band in 2001.
He is the most outspoken member, going on record as saying he "fucking hates the news" and defending the band's numerous successive records by saying, "I couldn’t see us being like Coldplay, it’d just be fucking boring. You tour your album for three years and play the same fucking gig night after night. It must really be depressing. Some people might enjoy doing that, but we couldn't."
Despite leaving home, Cook has maintained residence in the Sheffield area along with fellow band member, Helders. He has been described as "the bullishly confident blue-collar lad ".
At the start of the band's career, Cook would join Matt Helders and Andy Nicholson in backing vocals for songs such as "Fake Tales of San Francisco", but has gradually shied away from singing duties, leaving them to the other 3 members of the group.
Cook is also considered to be the "indie music fanatic" of the group. Armed with the likes of musical tastes for bands such as The Smiths, The Strokes, Oasis, and Queens of the Stone Age, Cook supposedly turned the band into what it is today.
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