Reviews

Alive and kicking, Atreyu go back to their roots after a long absence.

"There are very few misses in their two decades of largely hits."

"The sound of a man recovering from his winter of discontent."

"Eight years after publicly abandoning the album format, they're refocused and delivering what they always did best."

"A flawless vision of retro-futuristic electro."

"The Melbourne-via-UK singer-songwriter channels his Liverpudlian roots even more."

"Flipping the bird at pretty much everything in their path."

"'I wouldn't watch your fucking band and talk through your fucking songs'," [Liddiard] taunted."

Who the heck is ARTHUR WIMBLE? That’s what the tastemakers and club partakers of this sunburnt land are soon to be asking.