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(Clicka qua per la versione Italiana)
Hunches, from Portland (Oregon), are heirs to the glorious tradition of
Northwestern garage-rock.
Yes No Shut It (In the Red, 2002) is the sonic equivalent of a carpet
bombing campaign. Along the axis that connects the
Sonics and the
Wipers, the
Hunches ridicule the very idea of a rock song.
Their frenzied "songs" are epileptic fits
that evoke
MC5's assault on human civilization (Murdering Train Track Blues),
or the
Cramps on steroids (Explosion, Chainsawdomy),
or a chaotic version of Unwound (10,000 Miles),
or the Rolling Stones fronted by Howling Wolf (Hurricane),
or a more depraved version of the New York Dolls (Lisa Told Me)
or Jason & The Scorchers' cow-punk bacchanals (Let Me Be),
or the Butthole Surfers on double doses of acid (Peeping Tom Crawl),
or the Stooges with the Velvet Underground's Moe Tucker on drums (Accident).
The one-minute bullet Got Some Hate is pure punk savagery
while
Static Disaster even display anthemic melodies.
A virtual encyclopedia of
tribal, dissonant, lethal garage-rock aberrations over the ages.
A bit of that barbaric take-no-prisoner fury is lost on
Hobo Sunrise (In The Red, 2004), which tames
songs like
slow-grinding bluesy power-ballad Droning Fades On, the
melodrama Turkey Timer Pinnochio, the
"stoned" folk-rock meditation Nosedive, the
visceral punk-pop of When I Became You.
Half of the album still matches the debut in terms of
breathless, shameless mess that evokes
underground deities such as
Cramps (Where Am I, Intellectual Hum)
and Feedtime (standout This Human Propeller, I'm an Intellectual, the extreme Too Much Adrenaline).
They disbanded after Exit Dreams (2009), which contains the relatively melodic Not Invited.
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