What we said:
Ricocheting rhythms, frenetic synth licks, Jonathan Higgs’ indicipherable, 600 words-per-minute falsetto: taken as we were with Everything Everything
, man alive was it exhausting. Experience hasn’t mellowed the Manc lads much but the watchword for Arc
appears to be “melody”, making prolonged listening signficantly less mentally-punishing. Earworms abound, in fact: ‘Kemosabe
’ offers up staccato, digital funk and an excellent, shout-along “Hey!” chorus; ‘Don’t Try
’ deploys cut-and-paste disco strings and choppy guitars with devastating results; ‘Cough Cough
’ is little short of schizophrenic, electro-pop perfection. We still have no clue what Higgs is harping on about half the time, but we doubt that’ll deter those stadium-sized audiences from singing along.