Sheffeilds favourite sons are back with a seriously wonderfully thoughtful and playful album. The Spiders, I mean Monkeys are in effect in this space oddity that Alex Turner has crafted. With his newly aquired baby white grand that he purchased for his 30th birthday the album was born, with the attitude of a las vegas hotel + casino crooner performing from the tranquility base station in a galaxy not so far away.
With this idealogy he has been able to build a alter ego and create a mood and tone that puts him in a new dimension but I cant help but feel that the underpinning vision is of a futuristic Sinatra more than a rehashed Bowie.
I give the album 5 out 5 SCALES.