While the songs here come out of the isolation in which they were written, the album functions better when allowed to simply exist on musical terms alone, when attempts toward biographical validation are forgotten.

Although rewarding in its complexity, some moments only become denser with time; revealing themselves through the swirls of sonic mist, like mirages in the California desert, as hazy, sun-stroked works of genius from a man whose talent may eventually match his ambition.

With Submarine, Alex Turner demonstrates a fascinating new facet to his music. What’s more, throughout this soundtrack’s nineteen minutes, Turner reminds us why he could yet become one of this country’s most important musicians.