Honey, I’m A Bad Singer
It seems fitting to be reviewing this album while all about me I’m seeing revolting notices about how Green Day’s Dookie has just turned 20, insidious and ridiculous old Rolling Stone mag calling it one of the greatest albums ever made. Fuck that noise. HANNAHBAND is the sort of new punk-meets-old hardcore sound you want, little hints of melodic power-pop (but with lovely horrible singing atop) sneaking in on songs like We Lie and Poor, Poor George. But that title certainly rings true as on Poor, Poor George it’s like an Aussie version of the worst Johnny Rotten impersonator having a last-minute, unprepared crack at trying on Shane McGowan’s voice.
I was repulsed by this album.
And that’s (probably) how it should be.
But I’ve returned to it for the stomped-on, beaten-up guitars and the self-aware songs (I Have Joined A Pop Cult, We Used To Hate) and the self-effacement and humour too, He Wasn’t A Good Man, But He Was A Man.
These Sydney-siders make a good noise, even if sometimes it’s just a noise.
I like the lyrics too – some good ones, at the end of Seven Day Quarrel Cycle – where that bad-Rotten-as-even-worse-McGowan returns to shout and bleeding-throat holler, concluding: “We will laugh about this in a few years time, ‘til then leave me alone/We will laugh about this in a few years time/’til then delete my number rom your phone/And leave me the fuck alone”.
It’s a bit like if The Screaming Jets were ever good I guess.
Free download for ya. (Or toss them some coins).