Boorish lyrics and repetitive hooks prove an uninspiring mix
Nottingham four-piece The Hip Priests lace their latest album of metallic garage punk with imagery that runs the gamut from boorish to potty-mouthed to sexist. This need not, in itself, be a deal-breaker. Much of the appeal of their evident idols – Iggy, Mötorhead, Dwarves, Turbonegro – stems from tunes that steamroller your sense of propriety. The Hip Priests are sorely lacking in this department, however. The ingredients are there, in theory: ‘Black Denim Blitz’ is brisk, with widdly solos to puncture the breakneck clatter. But the upshot is that most of their songs sound the same, without being catchy enough to be memorable, and vocalist Nathan Von Cruz hollering “Pissed-up sex pests/ We’re saints of excess” prompts only eye-rolling.