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The HIVES in Glasgow on Tour
Published by bandhelix
5th October 2004 |
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By
bandhelix
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6th October 2004, 09:16 AM
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Continuation of the review of the gig.
As the gig came to an end, the band did, what all good bands would do, came back on looking like they had gone a few rounds with mike tyson and preformed to more songs for us, how kind it was of them. Once again they left the stage, then the fun started, trying to get out of the building with all your limbs intact, as did everyone who was squashed into the tiny walkways, snaking up to the door. On to the Merchandise. For some reason, the merchandise is always about 3x more expensive in the actual location, that the stalls outside and there selling the same things. So if you wanted a, lets say t-shirt inside it would be about £15, but go outside, same product £5. Hoodies inside £21, outside £7. Is it just me or are these people a bit thick. The only rip-off was that the posters were £2/3 quid, didn't stop me buying one though. Laden with my goodies i was on my way back to the very well furnished room in the Hilton 5 star hotel, in which i stay ever so often. No sleep to be had, as my ears were ringing to much, head bouncing and cramp in the neck, all signs of a good gig. Once again, thank you for your time. |
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Last edited by bandhelix : 6th October 2004 at 10:29 AM.
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By
bandhelix
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6th October 2004, 02:25 PM
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And theres more-
Review on the new album provided by amazon.com 'There were fears that Tyrannosaurus Hives, the major label debut from the Hives could find these Scandinavian punk showmen somewhat compromised. After all, their breakthrough LP, 2002's Your New Favourite Band--a compilation of tracks that date back to 97 and their time on Swedish punk label Burning Heart--worked because it struck exactly the right balance between amphetamine punk snarl and addictive pop gold. Refreshingly though, even under the yoke of a major label, the Hives play their rock & roll like a fuse burning short. "Abra Cadaver" is a two-minute blast of Stooges worship that joyfully confirms the band's pledge to straight-up garage--and intriguingly, it finds lead singer Howlin' Pelle Almqvist sounding more like the Strokes' Julian Casablancas than ever, albeit Casablancas with blood on his shoes and skin under his fingernails. Meanwhile, there's myriad moments where the Hives demonstrate themselves to be far more than a boozy bar-band: "No Pun Intended", which wields a curious complex chord progression you'd perhaps expect from Fugazi, or "Diabolic Scheme" a taut, mid-paced number bedecked with stabbing violin sweeps straight out of a Hammer horror' |
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By
bandhelix
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6th October 2004, 02:27 PM
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Review from NME in the early days of the Hives.
The Hives Your New Favourite Band 1. Hate To Say I told You So 2. Main Offender 3. Supply And Demand 4. Die, All Right 5.Untutored Youth 6. Outsmarted 7. Mad Man 8. Here We Go Again 9. A.K.A. i-d-i-o-t 10. Automatic Schmuck 11. Hail Hail Spit n' Drool 12. The Hives Are Law, You Are Crime NME Clearly, the odds on The Hives reducing the rock firmament to a ground-zero style rubble remain about as good as those on catching Lee Bowyer at an Asian Dub Foundation gig, but you gotta admit, they sure know how to retrogress. Much like their Swedish descendants The Creeps (whose late-'80s classic 'Enjoy The...' is a must have for happenin' Hive-heads) The Hives rip up the 6T'S garage songbook with a loving joy which never allows them to see the serious side of the entire caper. This, of course, is where Alan McGee, the shrewdest of pop recyclists, comes in. Yet for all the current media bluster, comparisons with the Strokes, the Vines and the erm, White Stripes are erroneous. The Hives are pure pastiche. Normally, the demand for such modern day retroid pleasures is catered for by the splendid and devotional Detour label, who could happily dig up a bunch of Argentinian seventeen year olds obsessed with The Pretty Things if you wanted them to, but occasionally one such beat-pack breaks cover and, encouraged by a bewildered mainstream media, makes a desperate dash for the zeitgeist. Self-sonsciousness is not an issue. From the off, Howlin' Pelle Almqvist leads his troops through a sepia-drenched garage minefield with an admirable zeal. 'Do what I please/gonna spread the disease!' he barks on an opening 'Hate To Say I Told You So', and he gets ever more worked-up until a splenetic 'Hail Hail Spit' N 'Drool' which could rival anything in the Ramones back catalogue for numbskull intent. By the final instrumental 'The Hives Are Law, You Are Crime', you get the impression Pelle has been stretchered off to the nearest field hospital, mind scrambled by detonating Troggs riffs. Consequently, if you're the sort of person who is unable to name a single flower or tree you pass-by in your daily life but could recite the evolving line-up of the Chocolate Watch Band from memory, take note. Dust off your winklepickers. Put on your cravat. There's an album to buy. 6/10 |
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By
bandhelix
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6th October 2004, 02:32 PM
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Final Review, because i'm bored of searching and writing.
If anyone else has a review on any band, please post it, i'm tired. Review by Heather Phares It's clear that a lot care goes into the Hives' seemingly immediate, fired-up sound: this is a band, after all, that has only released three full-length albums in its 11-year lifespan. While the 2002 collection Your New Favourite Band ended up winning the group many more fans thanks to its fortuitous timing with the garage rock revival craze (and also ended up being the band's most consistent release to date), it didn't do much to disguise the fact that the Hives hadn't released a new album since 2000's Veni Vidi Vicious. Two years later, Tyrannosaurus Hives arrives, and proves that the band isn't just a fossil from the days when everyone (or critics, at least) thought that the Hives and the other bands lumped in with the rock revival were going to change the face of pop music. It may have taken the Hives awhile to follow up Veni Vidi Vicious, but they didn't waste any time: Tyrannosaurus Hives is half an hour of highly compressed, high-contrast rock that is far and away the band's best album. As usual, the band's motto seems to be "get in, rock hard, get out," and the album's opening tracks, "Abra Cadaver" and "Two-Timing Touch and Broken Bones" — which boasts a chord sequence that sounds like a sped-up version of Paul Revere & the Raiders classic antidrug rant "Kicks" — cut right to the chase. But, as with the rest of Tyrannosaurus Hives, these songs are more focused explosions than the nonstop firepower of "Hate to Say I Told You So" and "Main Offender." While recording the album, the Hives mentioned that they were especially inspired by Kraftwerk. Even though nothing here sounds like "Pocket Calculator" and the band hasn't forsaken its black-and-white dress code for Teutonic black and red, that band's influence is indeed all over Tyrannosaurus Hives, most literally on the breakup lament "Love in Plaster," which borrows a motorik beat and squiggly keyboards. More importantly, though, it's noticeable in the band's precise playing throughout the album and particularly on the single "Walk Idiot Walk," which initially sounds downright subdued compared to the Hives' previous singles, but eventually reveals itself as just a more elongated and tense deployment of their forces. Fortunately, this tightly engineered sound doesn't get hamper the band's energy; if anything, it offers a better platform for Pelle Almqvist's howling, especially on "No Pun Intended" and "Dead Quote Olympics." The refinement of the Hives' sound shows up in other ways, such as the excellent new wave soul rave-up "A Little More for Little You" and "Diabolic Scheme"' string-laden wails. Tyrannosaurus Hives might be a little more complex and polished than the Hives' earlier work, but it's not overthought at all; even though they've evolved, they know how to keep it simple, stupid. Crucially, the band remembers that garage rock is supposed to be catchy as hell as well as cleverly dumb, and even their toughest songs have hooks aplenty: "B Is for Brutus" has wonderfully prickly, reverb-drenched guitars and impatient pianos egging it on, and "See Through Head"'s silly "uh-uh-uh-uh-oh!" refrain just adds to its caustic charm. Songs like these once again prove how neutered-sounding most mainstream punk-pop (and indeed, quite a bit of nu-garage rock) really is. But the Hives lead by example; they were going before garage rock became a fad, and Tyrannosaurus Hives shows that they'll be able to keep going long after the fad has faded. I appologise for it being all one block, its not my doing, it was that silly woman at the top of the page. Thank you once again for your time, it was fun for a little while atleast. Thank you and good-bye. |
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By
The Messenger
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9th October 2004, 12:52 PM
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By
MisterMarc
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9th October 2004, 03:43 PM
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their new single's a blatant devo ripoff too. more people should be doing that.
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