Hatcham Social have that life-and-death passion of a life lived in three minutes flat.
Sid Smith 2009
The London-based band have been around for a couple of years building up the buzz via a strong gig-ethic and intermittent single releases. Hyper-energetic throughout, Hatcham Social have that life-and-death passion of a life lived in three minutes flat.
All the agonies, ecstasies, heartbreaks and come-ons fly by as quick as you like, rolling and tumbling like there's no tomorrow. Their wittily titled debut album is produced by Tim Burgess of The Charlatans and as you'd expect, it shares something of their bullish swagger.
A dash of Orange Juice adds to the 80s flavour and there's also something of the early punching-above-their-weight U2 haunting the grooves here and there.
The careering chords of Murder In The Dark and Hypnotise Terrible Eyes collide into each other with a scratchy urgency. Taken together, they provide a powerfully dense centrepiece that shows off Toby Kidd's jangling rattle-bag of guitar and brother Finn's thumping the tubs with an almost malevolent force.
Whilst this kind of straight-forward thump might lack a degree of musical subtlety, such worries disappear in the face of a self-explanatory, rollercoaster-track like I Cannot Cure My Pure Evil. Truly 2 minutes and 52 seconds of indie-pop magic with all its glorious shortcomings.
In fact the only time things go awry throughout the entire album is on a lumbering rummage that co-opts Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky as its spoken-word lyric against an otherwise simmering backing track, suggesting that even the young 'uns occasionally run out of steam.