That's all disappeared. Here, the quartet swap guitar-fuelled festival anthems for fireside ballads in a lounge bar, an album born, apparently, from a piano gifted to Turner on his 30th birthday. It's not a bad idea, and it starts well, with one of his beautifully self-deflating lyrics: "I just wanted to be one of The Strokes."
So far, so haha. But this is hardly Kid A. Mostly, the Monkeys have forgotten to write any songs, instead going for vibe over craft. It's a slow, monotonous grind, one that, save for some occasional moments on Star Treatment and American Sports, is mostly forgettable.
It doesn't help that Turner's lyrical instincts have gone AWOL. "Kiss me underneath the moon's side boob," he declares on the title track. "The exotic sound of data storage, Nothing like it, first thing in the morning," he croons on The World's First Monster Truck Front Flip.
There's nothing wrong with trying something new. The trick is to do it well, or, you know, don't bother. This could have worked as an EP, a Last Shadow Puppets record or an Alex Turner solo record. If they'd added some Marilyn Manson grime here and there, this could be kind of fun.
But stamping Arctic Monkeys on this feels like a mistake. "Four stars out of five," croons Turner at one point, an attempt to score his own album. Like the rest of Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino, he's miles off the mark.
Arctic Monkeys - Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino
Label: Domino
Verdict: Piano-based lullabies from a band capable of better