You’ll Wanna Know, Arctic Monkeys.

You’ll Wanna Know, Arctic Monkeys.

“Crawling back” to us this morning in unprecedentedly incendiary form are Alex Turner’s Arctic Monkeys who, having pitstopped at a couple Nordic festivals last weekend, unleash the salacious Do I Wanna Know? upon us. As ravishing as it is scathing and quietly savage, it’s an infernal return to the default MO to have brought us their in many respects slippery sophomore opus, Favourite Worst Nightmare, here replete with Meg White-inspired icky thump and a pinging chorus what pongs of Metronomy’s most louche disco swelters.

But it’s not only sonically that the innately lustful Do I Wanna Know? harks back to blinding days of yore, for as Yorkshire twangs abound so too do slips of the tongue as Turner dips his into a distinctly northern vernacular. “Have you got colour in your cheeks?/ D’you ever get that feel that you can’t shift the tide that sticks around like summat in your teeth?” he begins, his words undulating idiosyncratically about his and Jamie Cook’s humid duelling guitar lines before he goes on to implore his quarry “simmer down and pucker up.” Quite what the Norsemen will have thought of such forthright libidinous flagrance I’m unsure, provided the general gist was then even grasped, but this one ought to really alight Glastonbury in nine days’ time. For it’s a risky bizness, this music malarkey but as Turner poses forever inquisitive: “Have you got the guts?” it again appears that they’re only too content to take a chance and whereas the commensurately curious R U Mine? proved a tad dreary, the four Yorkshiremen have been fully vindicated this time around…

Arctic Monkeys headline Friday of this year’s Glastonbury Festival of Contemporary Performing Arts.

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