Success hasn't spoiled -- or, seemingly, had any effect whatsoever on -- these garage-stomp fashion plates, as borne out by this spastic, silly, and downright scorching disc. As might be expected, Tyrannosaurus Hives positively bursts with brutish guitar rock -- the opening "Abra Cadaver" kicks things off with two minutes' worth of channeling the ghost of Stooges past -- and the sort of timeless R&B-tinged punk that is the Hives' meat-and-potatoes. The latter element is served up most effectively on the stop-start "Walk Idiot Walk" but also kicks in nicely on the purposefully primitive "Missing Link." The Swedish quintet do throw a few new ingredients into the mix, such as the creepy-crawly violin lines that strafe the appropriately titled "Diabolic Scheme" and the joyfully cheap sounding synth that pipes through "Love in Plaster." The attitude, however, remains blissfully unchanged, thanks to Howlin' Pelle Almqvist's tongue-in-cheek bombast (not to mention a passel of winking in-jokes, keyed by the hidden bonus track "The Hives Meet the Norm"). And "the norm" couldn't be further removed from -- to borrow a phrase from the band's own self-description -- the "punk rock avec kaboom" delivered here.
Effective whiz-bang production. An excellent stew of bleep-blop New Wave, Rock & Soul, and -- of course -- stompin' Garage goodness. Highlights include the white-hot punch of "Abra Cadaver," the precision-machined press of "Walk Idiot Walk," the sweet-natured Robo-Soul of "A Little More For Little You," and the sharp, spooky, string-laden grind of "Diabolic Scheme." Hot stuff. Their strength lies in their musical references. It's obvious: These guys like various kinds of music, and they don't mind amalgamating. A splendid asset, really. Next up to touch on: Gang of Four-style Funk, and Dovid Bowie-like Plastic Soul. Reading this, guys? Go for it!
More than 1 year ago
In their latest CD, the Hives take their God-given talent to rock and take advantage of it to the fullest extent.This album is smarter,wittier than 'Veni Vidi Vicious', though it seems more commercial.LONG LIVE THE HIVES!
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