Review Summary: Hello Hangover, how you doin’ my old friend?
Being pighters always seemed like prime material for a renewal, a step up to the heights thenes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it
derivative.
At its heart,
Darkness, Oh Hell is a foot-stomping monster, played from the hip in a smoky, drunken haze. It’s overly-dramatic, even theatrical in tone, but when it works, it
works. Jerry Jonesnes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it [i]derivatior the canals. What’s surprising is the energy and flair the band muster. The pace rarely accelerates beyond a head-nodding speed, but there’s enough punch here to floor even the most sober among you.
Much of their suighters always seemed like prime material for a renewal, a step up to the heights thenes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it
derivative.
At its heart,
Darkness, Oh Hell is a foot-stomping monster, played from the hip in a smoky, drunken haze. It’s overly-dramatic, even theatrical in tone, but when it works, it
works. Jerry Jonesnes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it [i]derivatiighters always seemed like prime material for a renewal, a step up to the heights thenes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it
derivative.
At its heart,
Darkness, Oh Hell is a foot-stomping monster, played from the hip in a smoky, drunken haze. It’s overly-dramatic, even theatrical in tone, but when it works, it
works. Jerry Jonesnes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it [i]derivatiighters always seemed like prime material for a renewal, a step up to the heights thenes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it
derivative.
At its heart,
Darkness, Oh Hell is a foot-stomping monster, played from the hip in a smoky, drunken haze. It’s overly-dramatic, even theatrical in tone, but when it works, it
works. Jerry Jonesnes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it [i]derivatiighters always seemed like prime material for a renewal, a step up to the heights thenes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it
derivative.
At its heart,
Darkness, Oh Hell is a foot-stomping monster, played from the hip in a smoky, drunken haze. It’s overly-dramatic, even theatrical in tone, but when it works, it
works. Jerry Jonesnes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it [i]derivati of character and place. ‘Blur’ acts as an ode to unfortunate one night stands, and ‘Thank You Reggae’ does exactly what it says on the tin. There’s the caustic plea to an ex-girlfriend of ‘Good Morning’, and the eventual
fuck you of ‘Mistake’. Pretty simple stuff, but all delivered with an undeniable touch of class. Instrumentally there is a real focus on the tick-tick of classic ska, but it’s often backed up with something more eventful, like the rabble-rousing stomp of ‘Voice of the Poor’. They don’t break any boundaries, and they won’t change your world, but for the bitter souls that like to crank s
hit to eleven, Jaya the Cat might just make your day.
