It’s a DM track through and through with Conspiracy’s clamoring beats and abstract production providing a hazy backdrop for DT’s incisive rhymes. The pair may be making a name as an experimental rap outfit, as they should be, but the group’s strongest moments arrive when they combine their mind-bending psychedelic tendencies with biting social commentary. So as much as you might want to spark one up and get lost in the track’s murky vibe, make sure you pay attention when DT starts dropping the lyrical hammers: “I think you’re too busy dancing / While you was doing that, I was glancing, like, who is that? / In that mansion and what is that he’s commanding? / While you cut him slack, he’s rolling your budget back / A couple of cribs foreclosed by the cul-de-sac / Tidal wave, you can’t hold it back / And every day folks lose their lives over that.” It’s not his best verse by any means, but it’s still fucking FIRE. – [ Review of “Clocks” single ]
If you’re a fan of the group or a follower of this site, you’ll remember the track first appeared on the band’s 2010 effort, The Void That Isn’t, and was followed by a scorching indieATL session in 2012. You’d think that the song would have aged a little over that time or at least that some of its sharp edges had worn away, but, nope, it’s every bit the blistering, shape-shifting, experimental metal behemoth that it’s always been. Man, these fuckers rip. – [ Review of “Lagarto” single ]
Lead track “Wrong” is the proverbial fuse here, a wiry noise-rock thriller that yanks the band out from the turgid, mid-tempo slough they dug for themselves with 2012′s killer Push Over, and drops them into far leaner and more propulsive territory. The ugly, menacing belligerence is still there, but it’s strapped to a rocket-propelled backbeat and spring-loaded guitars smeared in echo and distortion. Vocalist Michael Keenan is in fine form, spitting, growling and bellowing his way through the tempest like a crazed street preacher selling the virtues of sex, sloth and violence. It’s a beautiful thing when all of HAWKS’ constituent parts come together as one and here they’re firing on all cylinders.
Holy shit, Gold-Bears! How much glorious fuzz-pop awesomeness can you cram into one song? I mean, I figured when your lineup changed to Jeremy Underwood and the Small Reactions that the music would take a significant step forward. But nothing like this. This is one of those tracks that drop kicks you in the chest right from the get-go and doesn’t quit until it has pasted a shit-eating smile across your face. Seriously, there’s a goddamn neon rainbow of Superchunk-ian verve and sugar rush passion flying out of my speakers right now, and I can’t enough. Every hook, every harmony, each and every last note, is a stunner. – [ Review of "For You" single ]