Richard Butler had been hinting at plans for a solo album since he split with the Psychedelic Furs in the early 90s. In the meantime, Love Spit Love came and went, the Furs reunited for touring purposes, grass grew and leaves fell. Then, finally, Butler came through. He worked with Jon Carin of Love Spit Love and Pink Floyd on this a grown-up, introspective record, which might explain the the highly atmospheric content. Acoustic guitars work off spacey keyboards to create what can only be described as neo-prog rock, the adult contemporary of yesterday's rock star. Butler, whose vocals are light on this offering and have lost all their heavy 80s boomingness, has attributed the melancholy lyrical content to the death of his father and the end of his marriage, so, you know, he's got a lot to be sad about. But as sad as it can be, Butler also gets all butterflies and sapphires on Last Monkey, so you imagine he's going to be OK. A likeable, though inconsistent, record.