Arctic Monkeys- Humbug

I've left it a week since the release of the album in question's review, not because I didn't have time, it was simply a case of getting my head around the release. This is of course the 3rd album from Sheffield's finest, The Arctic Monkeys. The band first took our attention in the form of the record breaking hit, 'I Bet That You Look Good On The Dancefloor'. Believe or not, that was all the way back in 2005, with their debut album, Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not following in 2006. Their debut is still to this day, the fastest selling debut album ever with its sharp,  perfected lyrics offering an observational view of life. Favourite Worst Nightmare followed in 2007, offering a darker element to the band with a noticable change of sound and lyrical content.

This brings me nicely onto their latest addition, Humbug. On first listen the change yells out to you- once again it is darker, moodier, heavier and the lyrical content is more random than observational and will take a few listens to really see its beauty. 'My Propeller' opens the album perfectly with Turner trying to get his 'propeller started', reminiscent of the quirky nature of the Monkeys I've grown to love over the past few years. If you didn't know by now, the album was produced by Josh Homme, of Queens of the Stone Age fame, in Rancho De La Luna in the desert in California, which comes across throughout but especially on their opening track.

It isn't all change, there are still some classic Arctic Monkeys moments from 'Potion Approaching' with Turner's voice reclaiming its sharp, perfectly-paced nature, asking us questions such as 'What came first the chicken or the dickhead?', with his charming Sheffield accent going back to his roots.

'Cornerstone brings us another angle to the album, sounding more like Turner's side project, The Last Shadow Puppets, with its melodic instrumentation alongside Alex's crooning voice which he adopts on other tracks, showing how far he has come as a singer.

'Pretty Visitors' sums up the album nicely (with its dark sound proved by another element of the organ's introduction) proving to be a particular highlight of the album.

Humbug then, cries out maturity, showing how much the band, who all taught themselves how to play, have learnt. A dark, perfectly crafted piece that for any Monkeys fan will go down a treat.

Matt Healy

 

 

Comments


I disagree, not entirely, but enough.  I still love their lyrics, I still love a few tracks on it, including of course 'Crying Lightning' and 'My Propellor' plus a couple more, but for me the majority of their tracks lacked the general oomph which their previous efforts achieved.  Yes, they've matured, but with that I think they've grown a little complacent.  They knew their album would sell regardless, and backed with the release of leading single 'Crying Lightning' which is perhaps the only track which seems like they've put any real energy into (as far as I can remember: it's been over a week or more now since I last tried to sit down and like this), it feels like they've let the rest of the album fall a little flat.  Meh, I was never a hardcore fan anyway, but I really struggle with appreciating this album.


 Interestingly I came to your conclusion about the album but for almost all the opposite reasons. For me 'Crying Lightning' was easily the worst song on the album. Moreover, it was Alex's cheeky lyrics and delivery that first attracted me to the Monkeys, and really in this album I thought that they were pretty dull throughout. The musical side of things was great as far as I am concerned, though often seemed to be sludgy for its own sake rather than adding to the song. 

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