Hives | Walk Idiot Walk
a jade jett review
than Abba, crazier than that Swedish chef from The Muppets and
tastier than lingonberry sauce on a meatball, The Hives newest
release is easily becoming one of the most rabidly awaited items
since fighting with your roommate over the newest Ikea catalogue.
After more than two years off the musical grid, the fab five are
back on the radar with a vengeance in all their skinny-tied glory
with their third LP, Tyrannosaurus Hives.
huge in 2001 the band took to the helm of the Viking ship that
brought Swede rock to the forefront with the release of Veni,
Vidi, Vicious. Touted as one of the best live bands on the planet
with gushing praise from the likes of Noel Gallagher and Courtney
Love, The Hives landed a compilation/greatest hits deal on Al
McGee's cooler than shit Poptones label before moving up to the
big boys at Universal.
awaited first single, "Walk Idiot Walk" is a brisk,
heart-racing stroll that matches the pace and tone of Hate
To Say I Told You So, getting stuck in some darkened recess
of your primitive oblongata. Kicking off with a guttural floor
tom thump, the primitive jungle pace gets matched up alongside
a hot churning bass line before leading into crisp, high Keef-esque
guitar licks. This is straightahead rock n' roll blending sneering
punk attitude with Sixties tambourines, Seventies-style staggered
quarter notes and a wash of psychedelic dissonance. Howlin' Pelle
Almqvist reincarnates a balls-out, chicken-strutting Mick in all
his cock-of-the-walk glory, along with shades of Daltrey, Iggy
and an acid-dipped Marc Bolan.
contains a boatload of crank-to-eleven, foot-tapping summer tunes
-- a few of which are bound to end up in some trendy mid-sized
luxury automobile commercials real soon -- but you can hardly
cry sell-out in today's hard and fast modern times, can you? All
in all, their first single -- "Walk Idiot Walk" -- confirms
that Tyrannosaurus Hives is a stroll long past due.