THE HATEPINKS Plastic Bag
Ambitions TKO ________________________________________________________
You may or may not remember the Frenchiest band on
Cock N’
Roll, the Gasolheads, and you may or may not be wondering what happened to
‘em. After all, they’re a pretty caustic bunch of dudes, so it’s entirely
possible that they could be fermenting at the bottom of some angry
Frenchman’s wine press right now. Well, I can vouch for the rest of ‘em,
but lead whiner Oli G is back with a bunch of equally skinny trouble
makers in the awesomely obnoxious Hatepinks. The sound remains the same, of
course – screamy pogo punk n’ roll, played fast and loose, with a
surprising amount of gooey pop hooks. The lyrics are largely garbled –
these guys are French, remember – but the song titles are fantastic. I mean, who
wouldn’t want to hear a song called “Kissing Cops With My Ass”, or “I Piss
In Your Swimming Pools”, or “I Am a Divorce”, or even “Broken and Kaput”? And
just to further aggravate, the lyrics are included in the booklet, but
they’re all in French, even though they’re sung in (almost) English. I
love these guys. Or maybe I hate ‘em. Let’s just say the line is real
thin. Viva le pink!
You may or may not remember the Frenchiest band on
Cock N’
Roll, the Gasolheads, and you may or may not be wondering what happened to
‘em. After all, they’re a pretty caustic bunch of dudes, so it’s entirely
possible that they could be fermenting at the bottom of some angry
Frenchman’s wine press right now. Well, I can vouch for the rest of ‘em,
but lead whiner Oli G is back with a bunch of equally skinny trouble
makers in the awesomely obnoxious Hatepinks. The sound remains the same, of
course – screamy pogo punk n’ roll, played fast and loose, with a
surprising amount of gooey pop hooks. The lyrics are largely garbled –
these guys are French, remember – but the song titles are fantastic. I mean, who
wouldn’t want to hear a song called “Kissing Cops With My Ass”, or “I Piss
In Your Swimming Pools”, or “I Am a Divorce”, or even “Broken and Kaput”? And
just to further aggravate, the lyrics are included in the booklet, but
they’re all in French, even though they’re sung in (almost) English. I
love these guys. Or maybe I hate ‘em. Let’s just say the line is real
thin. Viva le pink!