Band : Hira Hira
Album : We.Are.All.Xray.Pricks.No.Talent.Fuck.Off
Release Year : 2008
Genre : Post-Hardcore | Progressive | Noise | Experimental
Tracklist :
1.Mouths Full of Calves Blood
2.Falling Disease
3.Over and Out
4.Invisible Animals
5.Dim City Lights
6.The Last Orders of Captain Mumbles (Pass the Bucket)
hira hira write indie punk rock songs that will stick in your head long after the effects of your last spliff have worn off. some of these boys are actually quite nice.
the product of weekly post-hardcore bro-downs between members of yeah bears, call the medic, call the nurse!!, pockets and very much robot, this curt little number treads familiar waters but makes up for it with characteristic brashness. you cop as much from the title, a naughty little sentence that would have you thinking this was a fairly straightforward brat punk ep – and in many ways it is. there’s lots of “fucks” and general tomfoolery, but there’s just as much vitriol about “the system” and typically lockstep post-hardcore discipline. nothing can stop these young lads from being highly talented, and it’s talent that beats you over the head repeatedly here, no matter the band’s best efforts to scream(o) it off the stage. chaos matched by intensity matched by control. nice. -lawson fletcher
2.Falling Disease
3.Over and Out
4.Invisible Animals
5.Dim City Lights
6.The Last Orders of Captain Mumbles (Pass the Bucket)
hira hira write indie punk rock songs that will stick in your head long after the effects of your last spliff have worn off. some of these boys are actually quite nice.
the product of weekly post-hardcore bro-downs between members of yeah bears, call the medic, call the nurse!!, pockets and very much robot, this curt little number treads familiar waters but makes up for it with characteristic brashness. you cop as much from the title, a naughty little sentence that would have you thinking this was a fairly straightforward brat punk ep – and in many ways it is. there’s lots of “fucks” and general tomfoolery, but there’s just as much vitriol about “the system” and typically lockstep post-hardcore discipline. nothing can stop these young lads from being highly talented, and it’s talent that beats you over the head repeatedly here, no matter the band’s best efforts to scream(o) it off the stage. chaos matched by intensity matched by control. nice. -lawson fletcher
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