THE HIVES
Veni Vidi Vicious (Burning Hearts/Epitaph)
Reviewed by John Sekerka

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Here's yer half-hour workout, bub. Twenty-eight minutes to be exact, and while those numbers seem pretty measly, they are more than enough. The Hives churn out that good old mid-sixties, crazed garage'n'roll. The singer's one with the mike, spitting his lungs out in a fevered frenzy, as the band cranks it tighter and tighter. Shimmy, shimmy and shake till you bake, brother, and you'll breathe a heavy sigh of relief at album's end. Yet another in the growing line of rippin' Sweedish rawk imports that are showing North American cry babies how to rock. Just what is in the water over there?

© 2000 - John Sekerka