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More Information courtesy of Hivesmusic.com After much research, the members of The Hives discovered that Tyrannosaurus Hives had to be located in their own backyard. Two weeks after touring stopped, digging would start. Reports of strange noises heard all over Fagersta commenced. As the '90s layer was still covered in smelly crap, the first layer to be thoroughly searched contained the bleeps and blops of '80s new wave. Interesting! They dug further. The metallic kerrang of '70s punk. Wow! They dug further still. The shaking hair and swinging hips of '60s rock and soul. Useful! Further... Slapback echo, twangy guitar - this must be the '50s. Further. The primal force and sheer joy of '40s RÂ¥n B. Good. Further....further...further. KRITA, JURA... Tyrannosaurus Hives is a record by a band so fired up that, if you look closely, you can see small drops of sweat when you open the disc . Tyrannosaurus Hives is equal parts the end of something old and the start of something new. Tyrannosaurus Hives has razor-sharp commentary on the world of the Hives today, something you can adapt to your own life and feel they are singing about you. Tyrannosaurus Hives is the most highly anticipated album by the Hives since the dawn of mankind. The dumb will nod and stomp in approval. The smart will debate its power forever. Tyrannosaurus Hives is not an album put together by "dudes" "jamming". It's the result of young men tireless in their search for "better" and "more". Tyrannosaurus Hives is not a record outlined to fit your life. You must fit your life to IT. Tyrannosaurus Hives is not at all bad for a bunch of mid-20s Swedish guys from the sticks. |
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Album review courtesy of Amazon.co.uk 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. --Louis Pattison |
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