The Hoa Hoa’s

Saturday morning coming down. If only the song was written a day earlier.

It wasn’t meant to happen like this. The plan was set, the deal had been done, the future was realised. Saturday was about making a rocknroll record. Unfortunately, sat on the sofa with gin soaked skin, bloodshot eyes and a swelling brain, Saturday…is just not happening.

Pronounced ‘the wah wah’s’ this no-wave inspired psychedelia collective have reduced their brand of space-guitar to a fine art. The etching of guitar strings floating delicately over the strict tempo of the drums. There’s a slight ebb and flow, if you will (the hypnotic, effect that occurs with repetition in analog where the sound modulates back and forward) and the vocals just melt into the sonic landscape. It would be all too easy to typecast this band as regressive nostalgia, the product of listening to Brian Jonestown Massacre and Spacemen3 records on rotation before plugging the amps in. You know what? (RANT ALERT) There are a lot of bands who carry the 60’s artrock sound, I mean hundreds, even thousands, so why don’t people stop thinking about these bands as derrivitive impressions of better bands and start thinking about what makes them unique. FIN. Although the influences are clear in their music, the product is a novel mutation of the spacerock sound in that they are reaching the extremities of sedated bliss, which is not a million miles away from how I’m feeling right now.