Fast and Furious: Arctic Monkeys

IT'S A RADIANT late September day outside a recording studio in rural Lincolnshire. Summer is still clinging on by its fingertips, a lawnmower purrs in the background and four men are clustered around a garden table. Nothing in the way they talk, act or dress marks them out as unusual; a casual observer certainly wouldn't take them for that well-worn music business cliché: the next big thing. But according to the people whose business it is to predict such things, that's exactly what Sheffield's Arctic Monkeys are.