as a wise band once said, “whatever people say i am, that’s what i’m not” – for their seventh outing, the monkeys still hold fast to their refusal to be pinned down and have created a unique sleazy, darkly poetic and astounding new masterpiece.
there’s not many bands that can undergo as many evolutions and still sound completely, unmistakably themselves. the mercurial arctics are undoubtedly one such band. this is not ‘am’. this is not ‘suck it and see’. this is not ‘tranquillity base...’. this is ‘the car’. and it’s a singular statement from a band who have made a career of making exceptional singular statements.