As before, the quintet's garage punk is flavored by Rolling Stones-inspired hurtling ("Walk Idiot Walk"), British Invasion mod shimmying ("A Little More For Little You"), and squirming retro synths ("Love in Plaster"). This doesn't mean that Tyrannosaurus sounds stagnant: The fuzzed-up "Abra Cadaver" equates to a triple-shot of espresso chased by ephedrine, while "Missing Link" heatedly rails against the drudgery of everyday life. Menacing spy strings, Howlin' Pelle Almqvist's guttural yelps, and irresistible wordplay ("The suckers sing -- prolific depth or static cling?") make "Diabolic Scheme" sound like a James Bond theme for tortured intellectuals. Smart, spastic, and succinct, the Hives should be -- as one of their previous album titles cheekily asserted -- your new favorite band. Again.
Subscribe now to get the latest news delivered right to your inbox.