Is this what The Monkees would sound like if they were still around today? It's unfair to make such a comparison...the Space Monkeys are far more deserving of their own show.
Where to start? I was first drawn to their attention by skankily summery drug anthem Sugar Cane. I knew it was something special when it merited repeated plays from me, someone with the attention span of a Cornish pasty. "This is the tale I'm afraid's unfolding, mini earthquakes and a gun unloading, volleys of thoughts into the back of my brain taking me over like rock cocaine"...these kind of lyrics aren't meant to stick in your head...but if, like me, you find they do then for pity's sake don't try and stop it.
The album had to follow. Not another Sugar Cane in sight, which seemed a damn shame. The first listen, as with many of my favourite records, was a disappointment. So sit back, play it again Sam, and if the killer hooks of the opening acid house couplet, the groovey techno-grunge pop (!) of Smile America and the wistful closing come-down ballads straight outta Manchester don't jump out and consume you like some kind of crazed evil Jack-in-the-box from a sickly Hollywood b-movie then you need your ear drums clubbed back into place.
Go ape over the Space Monkeys.