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Within approximately four and a half minutes of taking to the stage, The Hives’ frontman Howlin’ Pelle Almqvist has air-kicked harder than Sporty Spice, strutted and pouted more than Mick…

And to think, we were almost about to pick Benga from the steaming pile of SoundCloud turds in front of us to write about. How could we?! Especially when The…

What better way could there possibly be for The Hives to end their four-and-a-half year absence than with a song called ‘Come On!’ that hurtles along at a million miles…

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Death, taxes, The Hives. You’ve got to hand it to Fagersta’s five favourite sons: their stubborn resistance to change, an AC/DC-esque determination to make the same record again and again,…

Five years have passed since they released their last album, but Sweden’s cartoon garage-rockers are still as joyously daft as we remember them, and there’s also more than a whiff…

A bit of a left turn for The Hives, who, after pulling off five or so albums of garage-rock so hungry and primitive it sounds like it hunts dinosaurs for…

Guitar riffs patched in from 1955. “Yeeeeeaaahhhhs” and “What you waaaaiting foooors” wailed aplenty. Drumming so rudimentary it makes Ringo look like John Bonham. This can only mean one thing:…

Thought you’d seen the back of The Hives? Think again, they’re back like a rash. “Yes ladies and gentlemen, IT REALLY IS HAPPENING! The Hives are playing the 100…