For the record, this is first time I've ever sat down and listened to the Arctic Monkeys. Knowing absolutely nothing about the British quartet, only that they just dropped this new single on iTunes with--wait for it--"no fanfare at all", let me just say HOLY SHIT, TALK ABOUT AN INTRODUCTION.So tell me you know what the hell is going on here. Because I want to know what's going on. Had that played-out soundwave animation carried through all four-and-a-half minutes of indie lurch, I'd think nothing of what it all means, man. (And let's be honest, had it been only a visual play on sonic frequencies I would've been outta there quick, opting instead to go waste hours mining out actual sound- and data-viz gems.) But next thing I knew that soundwave was twisting itself into a rockabilly thunder-babe who's dragging smokes like an ace, flooring some sort of Mad-Maxian hotrod through the mind's raceway.It's sort of like the Rainbow level in Mario Kart, only with way more asses / general nakedness, eye sockets, Olympic diving, pink fish, face stomping, drag racing, burning flesh, and an eagle that morphs into a chicken-hawk that shits out a steam locamotive (???) with enough brute force to puncture the back of some poor dude's head.Wanna know something?Reach Brian at brian@motherboard.tv. @thebanderson