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Under The Volcano
(USA)
Hu so I guess, the French aren't all bad. Les Hatepinks are a wicked
'77 styled pogo punk band akin to The Stitches, The Briefs and The
Spits, but a little more out there. Spastic, experimental, and most
importantly fun, Le Hatepinks combine the quirkiness of New Wave with
the energy and sleazyness of early punrock with alarmingly excellent
result on this EP. Le Hatepinks are what a Killed by Death band would
sound like if any of those bands were given an actual budget to record
with. No rules, no boundaries, Punkrock at it finest. (MC Clernon)
http://www.underthevolcano.net
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Gearhead Magazine
(USA)
Let it be known that I still officially love punk rock. In fact, the
older I get, the more I appreciate bands like The Vibrators and The
Buzzcocks, and find myself rediscovering bands that molded me as an
impressionable teenager like The Professionals. Having said that (and
moving 26 years forward) there is always room for more - if it's done
right of course - and this lil' combo called Les Hatepinks from Marseille,
France certainly fit that bill. This is as good as anything I picked
up at Jim's Records in Pittsburgh in 1981, even though these guys
probably weren't even born then. They tap into that original spirit
and excitement perfectly, and have everything else that I loved about
back then going on too, like great graphics and clever song titles
(how does "Your Ass Is A Stereotype" grab you?) as well.
Cheers to TKO for making this available in The States. (Mike LaVella)
www.gearheadmagazine.com
Alternative
Press (USA)
Following last year’s 16-minute-long album, Plastic Bag Ambitions,
comes Tete Malade/Sick In The Head, a nine-minute affair (make that
eight, as the exceedingly vacuous waste-of-a-track “Your Ass
Is A Stereotype” is trés horrible) that shows our favorite
French provocateurs, the Hatepinks, as raucous and in-your-face as
ever. For those uninitiated, expect quirky-bordering-on-cartoonish
rock ‘n’ roll-drenched punk that recalls old-school U.K.
greats the Adicts (especially on the fierce couplet “My City
Is Sick Of Pizza” and “In The Front”) with more
of a minimalist and arty Wire vibe; or, to compare with a punk band
of a more recent vintage, think the Briefs-only crazier.
As for the all-important lyrical front, there’s an abundance
of urgent, repetitive bon mots that in most cases should be taken
with a proverbial grain of salt-when there actually are lyrics, that
is, and not just shouts of the song title and crazed “Bing bang
boom bas.” Janelle Jones
http://altpress.com/lowprofiles/19.htm
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Dig It! (France)
On a beau se croire vacciné, chaque fois que les Hatepinks
posent leurs amplis en ville, le virus agit et la salle est immanquablement
contaminée par le cartoon punk speedé qui est
la marque de fabrique du groupe depuis toujours (ça et l'obsession
pour le rose, comme les Pagans, et ce n'est pas le seul point commun
aux deux groupes). Et quand Mr Gasoil n'est pas en train de s'étouffer
dans un sac plastique, il baptise l'audience à la bière
(les lunettes d'un Digger exposé s'en souviennent toujours).
Et c'est pareil avec les skeuds : 1-2-3-4 tout à fond Léon
et après moi le délire. Prenez leur petit dernier par
exemple, un 10" picture-disc (ou CD) paru chez les Ricains de
TKO Records. Le Pilonnage dure moins de 10 minutes (pour
sept titres!), mais c'est évidemment plus qu'il n'en faut au
gang marseillais pour mettre à genoux n'importe quel punk rocker
lambda doté d'un minimum d'humour. Et là au moins, pas
besoin de parapluie... Le disque est intitulé "Tête
Malade/Sick in the head" et si vous voulez savoir pourquoi,
allez donc jeter un oeil sur les compte-rendus de tournées
proposés sur leur site, on a rarement lu des tour reviews si
marrants et inquiétants à la fois. Fan de Genesis, passez
votre chemin.
http://www.chez.com/digitfanzine
Sleazegrinder (USA)
Thought the Hate Pinks broke up already. Maybe they just threaten
to all the time. Anyway, the snotty French bastards are back with
an alarmingly short new EP. How short? Less than ten minutes. But
it’s an action packed ten minutes, from the glam-slamming fuzzpunk
of opener “Sexual Liberation is for Animals” to the snuffling
Pistols-y sleaze of “My City is Sick of Pizza” to the
acid-damaged snarl of closer “Sweep the Shit”. The brevity
is pretty refreshing in these days of hour-long, filler-stuffed CDs.
I mean, thanks to the Hate Pinks’ economy I can get all kinds
of shit done this afternoon, I can go set downtown on fire or piss
on the Alamo, or whatever. I am liberated by these Hate Pinks. Liberated
by misanthropic French speed-freaks in new wave shades. And that’s
pretty awesome. Merci, Hate Pinks. Merci.
http://www.sleazegrinder.com/reviewscapsule1-06.htm
The
Nerve Magazine (USA)
This is your basic good ol’ 77’ style punk rock, and sometimes
the Hate Pinks sing in French and other times in English. Though there
are only seven tracks here, they have great titles such as “Should
I Kill Myself or Should I Go Jogging?” and “My City Is
Sick of Pizza.” These guys are probably waiters in fancy restaurants
where they sneer at the tourists and pretend that they can’t
speak a word of English. I would expect nothing less.
http://www.thenervemagazine.com/2007/02/article_template.php?id=20
NO
Front Teeth (UK)
Oh yeah, the French fuck-ups are back!!!! More eccentric chaos from
THE HATEPINKS!! Fast, serrated and super-spastic and wonderfully sick
in the head! It's always exciting to hear THE HATEPINKS and this EP
is packed with their erratic and whimsical pogo punk but there's just
one problem... 7 songs just isn't enough for this spastic head!!!
I need more!! All the tracks rule on here and again, have killer titles
like 'My City Is Sick Of Pizza', 'Should I Kill Myself Or Go Jogging?',
'Your Ass Is A Stereotype' and 'Sexual Liberation Is For Animals'...
fantastic. Always a pleasure to review and hear these rascals and
I hope another full-length is in the works!!!
http://www.nofrontteeth.co.uk/2007reviews.html
Askew
Review (USA)
These motherfuquers are the coolest Frenchmen I’ve come across
since meeting long-lost pal Bruno, who sings for punk mambo kings
Babaloo and is rumored to have once killed a man. Tete Malade/Sick
in the Head is the kind of disc that makes me happy I write these
stupid reviews. Seven snotty, dirty-groovin’, ripping, hilarious
tracks that clock in at a whisper over nine minutes just can’t
be beat. “Sexual Liberation is for Animals” is vicious,
tears along beautifully, sharpens my French counting skills and is
probably my new favorite song. The album’s title track is just
about as good. I also love “Sweep the Shit,” which is
manic and a helluva lotta fun. And maybe it’s just something
that gets lost in translation, but I’m not quite sure what the
line “Sweep the shit out your face” actually means, yet
I can’t stop saying it. And even the songs that are merely good
instead of awesome- “Should I Kill Myself or Go Jogging”
and “Your Ass is a Stereotype,” for example- are still
funny as all get out. I know it’s only January, BUT this is
definitely the best thing I’ve heard in 2007. –Ben Hunter
http://www.askewreviews.com/music/les_hatepinks.htm
Concrete
disciples (USA)
Un, deux, trois, quatre! Les Hatepinks is a band from Marseille, and
the only reason that I know anything about Marseille is because of
the skatepark and the subsequent tour/trip articles in all the skate
mags. Allow me to share my vast knowledge of this particular geographical
region: It's got a skatepark, and it's supposedly a shady town. Oh,
and the chicks sunbathe topless. Two out of three ain't bad, I suppose.
What kind of music would one expect from a place like Marseille? French
hip hop? If you've heard French hip hop you will be glad to know that
Les Hatepinks went the other way and play trashy pop-punk.
Tete malade is a 9 minute EP that bounces right on through some surfy
bubblegum punk sounds. With songs like "My city is sick of pizza"
and "Should I kill myself or go jogging?" you can tell that
Les Hatepinks is in it for fun, and probably groupies and free drugs
as well. All the right reasons to rock and roll as far as I'm concerned.
If you are a fan of bands like The Stitches and The Spits, you should
add this to your arsenal of crappy (that's a complement) pop punk
discs. Go buy now.
http://www.concretedisciples.com/cd_music/cd_reviews/cd_reviews_full.php?reviews=358
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Concussion (USA)
I am almost positivet that I have reviewed these guys before. Only
they went by The Hatepinks. I guess they want everybody to know they
are French. I get you and your kitsch. Seven songs clocking in at
9 minutes. Not one song over a minute and a half. Cool style and good
lyrics,I need to list the songs just so you get the mentality of these
guys: "Sexual Liberation is for Animals''Sick in the Head', "
My City is Sick of Pizza',"In the Front", "Should I
Kill myself or Go Jogging?', "Your Ass is A Stereotype”
and lastly, "Sweep the Shit” Those are great song titles.
Their sound is one of a Buzcock’s cocktail You toss in some
Knack, a bit of Doo Wop and there you have it. Les Hatepinks are a
good band. (Sickness)
http://www.concussion.org/
Now
Wave (USA)
Up until a couple weeks ago, I had not heard The Hatepinks since the
release of their whopper of a debut album back in '04. Well, in between
then and now, these Frenchy skinny tie punks have been pretty busy,
releasing numerous EPs, splits, singles, and full-lengths, and allying
themselves here in the States with the venerable TKO Records. I am
happy to report that Les Hatepinks remain one of the better punk groups
going today, and that their new EP on TKO is as zany and obnoxious
and frantic and fun as you might expect it to be. Their present modus
operandi is a petulant, smart-assed blend of '77 pogo punk and spazzy
new wave, whipped out with dizzying velocity and a real flair for
fractured pop hooks. Ya gotta love the song titles: "Sexual Liberation
Is for Animals", "My City Is Sick of Pizza", "Should
I Kill Myself Or Go Jogging?"...good stuff! In these songs, you
hear echoes of punk both modern (Stitches, Briefs) and classic (Buzzcocks,
Wire), with a stylistic range covering everything from goofy '77 snot-pop
to jerky art-punk. Seven tracks shoot by in just nine minutes - the
kind of dementedly feverish pace that can by now be considered a Hatepinks
trademark. One still gets the sense that The Hatepinks are fucking
with you a little - they take the punk m.o. of not taking one's self
seriously to ridiculous extremes, and you have to wonder if this CD
you just paid good money for is an earnest musical creation or just
a big joke. But to go with the bile-drenched lyrical/vocal onslaught
and cartoon punk shtick, there are definitely signs of progression
and maturity in the songwriting department. This is a very fine collection
of songs, and overall this band strikes me as a considerably better
group than it was a few years back. I eagerly await its next full-length.
And by "full-length", I mean something truly epic, like
14 minutes.
Lord Rutledge
February 13, 2007
http://www.geocities.com/nowwave/records/hatepinks2007.html
Dealtime
(UK)
For a band who probably weren't born when punk rock first swept Europe
in 1976, French punks the Hatepinks do a fine job of summoning its
raw energy on this seven-track CD EP. Titles like "My City Is
Sick of Pizza" and "Should I Kill Myself or Go Jogging"
reveal a finely honed sense of the absurd, while "Tete Malade/Sick
in the Head" is a ringer for the '70s one hit wonder Elton Motello's
"Jet Boy, Jet Girl."
http://www.dealtime.co.uk/xPF-Hatepinks_The_Head_0665625016524
Strange
reaction (USA)
Not being that in tune with the French music scene, I can’t
say whether or not the Hatepinks are different from the norm there
or not. I can say that there haven’t been too many French garage/77ish
bands that have grabbed my attention in quite a while. Their latest,
the "Tete Malade/Sick In The Head" EP is seven tracks long
and over in under ten minutes. Fast, skittering guitars and snotty
vocals abound on such songs as "Should I Kill Myself Or Go Jogging?"
and "My City is Sick of Pizza". They’re not reinventing
the wheel, just playing the kind of rock that makes you want to pogo.
Good stuff.
http://www.strangereaction.com/2007/01/09/hatepinks-tete-maladesick-in-the-head-ep/
Indie
page (USA)
The French haven’t offered us too much….oh sure, there’s
the Statue of Liberty and Les Thugs but what else ? Ok, Tahiti 80
too. Perhaps the best thing they have given us would be The Hatepinks
and that would be enough. And on top of that, if all they gave us
were songs titles that would be enough (“Sexual Liberation is
for Animals”, “My City is Sick of Pizza”, “Should
I Kill Myself or go Jogging ?”, etc.). They have a habit of
wearing sunglasses on their record covers…oh yeah, with plastic
bags over their heads. Hey, if they wanna kill themselves that’s
fine, but just release a few more records first , ok? …..please
! This is the best spazzy, buzzing - late 70’s style new-wavey
punk since the first Briefs record….or the last Briefs record.
You have 7 songs in 9 minutes and 10 seconds. I wanna hear them do
a cover of Devo’s “Penetration in the Centerfold”
and see if they can top Pussy Galore’s version ! Come on guys…..ya’
chicken ??!! ! ( www.tkorecords.com )
http://www.indiepages.com/dagger/reviews25.html
Big
Wheel Magazine (USA)
Briefs fans rejoice! There is more than one band that produces quirky,
jerky, manic pogo-punk, and it is this first-rate four-piece from
France. Don’t worry; this isn’t merely a copycat band.
Le Hatepinks have definitely studied at The Briefs school of punk
rock spazzdom, but has their own distinctive spin that is a bit more
abrasive with the delivery and a lot more stream-of-consciousness
with the lyrics. My favorite was the first track, “Sexual Liberation
is for Animals,” a very astute ditty about someone being high
on ecstasy, and then having sex on plastic. There are only two things
wrong with this CD. One is that it is only a seven song EP, and I
want more. Two is that it was so good that somebody stole it right
away. Please send me another one. –Marcus Solomon
www.bigwheelmag.com
Left
of the Dial Magazine (USA)
“Un dois trois fois” is not exactly what you expect to
hear belched and bleeding from the beginning of a Dickies-style punk
jab at international notoriety, but then again, I suppose it’s
time we stopped being so Anglo-centric and slanted anyway. The cynical
among us will proudly decipher these loons as Frenchcore rip-offs
of the Briefs, but then again, aren’t the Briefs just the literal
descendents of the Adverts and others? Plus, France, which is usually
ground zero for the Serge Gainsbourg hip lounge set, is not exactly
known for years and years as punk paradise, though there are a few
heavyweights you need to search out and buy up, like Les Thugs and
Metal Urbain.
This is an extended EP of sorts, shopped as “bile flavored bubblegum
bum Pogo Punk,” which does catch and release the one-minute
dog-howling conundrum called “Sick in the Head.” It’s
definitely the hammering gospel of speed-of-light four beat pouncing
punk, slowed down a tad on “My City is Sick of Pizza”
(“I’m really sick of mozzarella…”). Not exactly
a cogent, political manifesto for the new breed, but hell, it’s
got wet armpits from the jostling dancing. Under the Volcano has invoiced
their sandpaper-pop as “spazzed-out epileptic vocals…radioactive
surf-lined leads and…turbo-charged drumbeats,” all a little
out-of-proportion compared to what is actually delivered in this amphetamine
and scissor lunge into your earlobes. The echoey, spit-valve filling,
humor-dumped “Should I kill Myself or Go Jogging” is a
recurring slamdance dream under the glare of new wave sunglasses and
demolished disco balls, so that may be the center stage for the whole
experience. Both trite and triumphant, this is the stuff of legends
re-enacted.
http://www.leftofthedialmag.com/?p=214#more-214
Subvox
(USA)
Très malade, très bon. Vous écouterez ceci ou
vous êtes stupide. I think you can probably figure out what
I just typed. If not, all you need to know is this is a fuckin’
cool EP. Les Hatepinks put ’77 punk snot and post-punk into
a scintillating mélange, uh, mix. Jabbing songs with a hit
‘n run quality and an edgy quirkiness. “Sweep The Shit”
adds a little roche de garage to wind things up. Les Hatepinks had
two previous albums and 2005’s “Plastic Bag Ambitions”
(also on TKO) is worthy of your time, as well.
http://subvox.blogspot.com
Evil
Needles (USA)
For fans of: Euro snot punk, the Buzzcocks, the Damned, Generation
X
Here's what I thought: If you were looking for a reason to hate France,
you've just found it. Just tell everyone the Hatepinks trashed your
house and kidnapped your boyfriend. Their snotty, sorta out of tune
bile flavored bubble gum punk will rub you the wrong way and steal
your wallet. Garage-style production, crass lyrics, and simple three
chord structures make this album a blast and a half. At ten minutes,
Tete Malade is just long enough to piss you off and leaving you wanting
more--I love it!!!
http://www.evilneedles.com/main/newmusic11.html
Rock'N
Roll Morgue zine
Clocking in at a smidgen over nine minutes in total length, Tete Malade/Sick
In The Head is a frantic 7-song blur of zany, bug-eyed Pogo Punk that
seems to have been birthed out of an extraterrestrial dayglo-radiated
glob of snot from the womb of a four-headed monster known as The Weirdos,
The Briefs, Devo, and The Adicts. Each frenetically titillating tune
is a short spastic rocket burst of bratty distortion-shredded vocals,
quivery electro-shock guitar treatments, and atomic methedrine-propelled
bass and drum tremors. Radiantly white hot! (CD)-Moser
RockNRollRogue
Exclaim!
Magazine (Canada)
Les Hatepinks play jittery, trashed-up power punk that is poised to
set this band on a course for world domination. Since coming together
in 2003 out of the detritus of the disbanded Gasolheads, Dollybird
and Plastic Congelators, this quartet has been creating a ridiculous
rock’n’roll world of sex, drugs and pizza. Tete Malade/Sick
in the Head is a doorway into this French punk band’s antics
and anthems, and it’s an invitation that’s impossible
to turn down. As soon as the bass trickles out on “Sexual Liberation
is for Animals,” and “un-deux-trois-quatre” is shouted
out to give a short warning before the song teeters into a fuzzed
out bubblegum romp, it’s obvious that this is well beyond the
point of no return. But why would you want to leave anyway? The songs
are silly (i.e., “My City is Sick of Pizza” and “Should
I Kill Myself or Go Jogging?”) but this only increases the fun
factor. The songwriting is bouncy and charged up, often calling to
mind the hyperactivity of the Briefs, and Les Hatepinks don’t
hesitate to play with sheer abandonment and rampant energy.
http://www.exclaim.ca/musicreviews/generalreview.aspx?csid2=851&fid1=24333&csid1=108
Punk
News (USA)
I have never been so pleased with the purchase of a nine-minute CD
as I have been with the Hatepinks’ (or Les Hatepinks en Français)
Tete Malade / Sick in the Head. I decided to invest in this French
band’s release after reading a review in skateboard webzine
Concrete Disciples, whose only complaint was its short length. For
me, that was one of its strengths. Seven songs in nine minutes! A
single Mars Volta song could eat this CD alive!
From the first 30 seconds of the first song, “Sexual Liberation
Is for Animals,” it’s pretty apparent as to what will
follow in Tete Malade / Sick in the Head. Garage punk (“Tete
Malade / Sick in the Head”) flirting with a `77 sound (“In
the Front”) and trashy rock and roll / rockabilly (“Sweep
the Shit”) makes up the majority of the Hatepinks sound. Think
basically a less refined or lyrically engaging version of the Briefs
with incredibly short and nonsensical songs. The lyrics of the title
track, "Tete Malade / Sick in the Head" are dwarfed by the
title itself, as the lyrics are made up entirely of: "Bim bam
boom bam hooo." The hilarious titles of “Should I Kill
Myself or Go Jogging?,” “My City Is Sick of Pizza,”
and “Your Ass Is a Stereotype” are complemented by equally
silly lyrics which usually include a short verse followed by the name
of the song in the chorus.
Interestingly, the TKO release of Tete Malade / Sick in the Head,
while being sung in English, appears in the lyrics booklet in French.
Therefore the lyrics for “Your Ass Is a Stereotype” appear
as "Élargis ton pénis / Perds du poids / Soyons
des amis Internet / Ton cul donne envie de vomir sur toi" (I’m
sure you can get the jist of that!).
The great thing about the Hatepinks is that you won’t find many
bands doing punk quite like this anymore. Brash, energetic, clever,
and concise, Tete Malade / Sick in the Head is a real trip…a
trip to the grocery store or to class or to the skate park…as
long as the trip doesn’t take longer than ten minutes.
http://www.punknews.org/review/6259
Slug
Magazine (USA)
For anyone who was planning on writing this album off because The
Hatepinks are a French band—please fuck off and die now. These
boys play dancy electro-punk fueled by catchy lyrics, pogoing and,
of course, by wearing their shades inside—just like The Briefs.
The resurgence of the 77-style pogo-punk hasn’t gotten stale
yet, and I think that this album may have been released at the peak
of the wave. The chord progression on “Tete Malade” makes
it sound like a Briefs song, while the vocals are more reminiscent
of something from The Adicts. Fans of punk won’t be the only
ones who will enjoy this seven-track release. Anyone willing to take
a chance in territory that may be a bit unfamiliar will leave pleasantly
surprised. –Jeanette Moses
http://www.slugmag.com/ncdr.php?issue=218
High
Heel Slut (Belgium)
It seems like the Hatepinks really got it rollin’ with a whole
batch of releases on several labels and we can only be happy about
that. We’re totally into their retarded, nihilistic approach
of ’77 punk, but you should know that already by now. The TKO
release only features seven songs with the longest clocking off at
1’35”, but offers great songs with hilarious titles as
“Should I Kill Myself Or Go Jogging”, “My City Is
Sick Of Pizza” or “Sexual Liberation Is For Animals”,
the excellent opening track that sets things straight for the rest
of these nine minutes. You dig the Distraction and the Briefs? Don’t
hesitate, get your fix of Hatepinks now! The “Ikea Kitchen”
7” comes in a great 3D sleeve –glasses included- and offers
some more fine shit. The a-side spins on 45 rpm, containing two cool
uptempo punk bashers that will make you jump around your kitchen.
Don’t forget to adjust the speed to 33 when you flip this over,
cuz you’re in for two great covers here. “Ich Möchte
Ein Eisbär Sein” is a great coldwavish rendition of this
NDW-song by Grauzone (’81). I’m not really sure if “Proud
To Do Nothing” is an actual cover of Les Olivensteins’
“Fier De Ne Rien Faire” (’78) or if they’ve
just taken their inspiration from there, but what the heck, it’s
a great punk song that you all should be playing at home! Love le
pink!
www.myspace.com/highheelsslut
Third
Generation Nation (Germany)
Weiterhin schwimmen die Franzosen auf dieser speziellen Retro-Comic-Punk-Welle
a la DEVO/THE REZILLOS mit, die THE BRIEFS einst neu entfacht haben
und heute u.a. von THE SHOEMAKERS oder NEUROTIC SWINGERS mit angefuehrt
wird. Warum also was aendern, wenn es dem Zuhoerer weiterhin zusagt.
Die sieben Tracks mit so drolligen Titeln wie „My City Is Sick
Of Pizza“ oder „Should I Kill Myself Or Go Jogging?“
gibt es auch als limitierte 10“inch picture disc in einer 500-fachen
Auflage. Da heisst es, jetzt und hier beherzt zugreifen, denn hinterher
sind die Regale bestimmt ratzeputz leergefegt.
http://www.3rdgenerationnation.de/ReviewsJanuar2007.htm
Musix
(Germany)
Neues von den Hatepinks, den frischen Franzosen des Punkrock. Mit
der CD-EP 'Tete Malade/Sick In The Head' führen die vier Sonnenbrillenträger
aus Marseille ihren dreckigen Weg konsequent fort, den sie auf ihren
letzten Veröffentlichungen und den zahlreichen Konzertreisen
angegangen sind. Sieben Lieder lang zelebrieren die Hatepinks ihren
Bubblegum-Punk im Sinne der Briefs und schlagen sogar sehr schräge
Pfade in Richtung Garage und New Wave à la Devo ein. Und wer
Songs wie 'My City Is Sick Of Pizza', 'Should I Kill Myself Or Go
Jogging' oder 'Your Ass Is A Stereotype' schreibt, kann einfach nur
krank im Kopf sein. MD
http://www.musix.de/plattenbox/index.cfm?fuseaction=cd&datum=2007%2D01%2D01%2000%3A00%3A00%2E0
OX
Fanzine (Germany)
Ich schätze, über die HATEPINKS steht schon in tausend anderen
Reviews so was wie "die französischen BRIEFS", aber
ich werde jetzt den Teufel tun und mir was anderes ausdenken, denn
an Tatsachen soll man nicht rütteln! Das finden natürlich
auch Kalifornier, so dass die hibbeligen Franzmänner mit dieser
EP bei TKO Records gelandet sind. Sieben Songs sind drauf und wenn
ein richtiger Überhit mit dabei gewesen wäre, hätte
ich jetzt glatt einen Punkt mehr gegeben. Aber acht Punkte geben ist
doof, das macht ja jeder im Ox. Fans der Band wissen eh, dass sie
sich diese Scheibe bedenkenlos zulegen können, der Rest kann
hier ruhig mal antesten. Die Platte kommt übrigens wohl auch
als limitierte Picture-10" raus, ich hab aber leider nur eine
hässliche Promo-CD bekommen. (9:17) (7) (Bernd Fischer) / Ausgabe
70
http://www.ox-fanzine.de/reviews/rid/55149/ftcol/hatepinks/tte_maladesick_in_the_head_mcd.23.html
Useless
77 fanzine(Germany)
Oh ja, Namedropping, Namedropping: Die Hatepinks sind die französischen
Briefs, das schreiben alle, ob Konzertankündigung oder Review,
aber mit solch einer Ankündigung kann man nur verlieren. Aber
schaut man sich den Style und den Sound der Band an, ist das alles
natürlich nicht verkehrt. Sonnenbrillen, Briefsartwork, und Briefsound.
Warum man das macht, finde ich genauso fragwürdig, wie die Gründung
der 5000. Ramones Kopieband. Dennoch: Die Hatepinks versprühen
viel Energie auf ihren Platten, wirken nicht wie eine blosse Kopie
und sind für mich definitiv die beste französiche Band.
Unter den 7 Songs verbirgt sich der ein oder andere Hit. Und morgen
werde ich mir die Hatepinks live anschauen. Ich bin gespannt, ob sie
halten können, was sie überall versprechen....
http://www.useless77.de/review_frame.html
Blueprint
(Germany)
Die HATEPINKS lieben die BRIEFS, und ich liebe die HATEPINKS. Wer
Songs wie „IKEA kitchen (... is like a gas chamber), „Kissing
cops with my ass“ oder „Fall in love with a JPEG file“
schreibt, den muss man einfach gern haben. Die Mannen um den ehemaligen
Sänger der GASOLHEADS bestechen besonders durch ihren eigenwilligen
Humor und den hohen Lo-Fi-Anteil, der einem in bester Rip-Off-Manier
aus den Boxen entgegen schlägt. Dazu kommt der offensiv zur Schau
getragene französische Akzent, der den Exoten-Status der Band
auf TKO Records sichert, sowie ihre eigenartige Veröffentlichungspolitik.
Während man für den Die-Harder verschiedenste limitierte
Vinyle auf den Markt wirft, gibt es auf CD eine Art „Best of“
für den italienischen Markt und eine komplette Werksschau mit
dem Titel „We are the fucks“ für den japanischen
Punkrock-Fan, während sich der Rest der Welt mit dem Erstling
„Plastic bag ambitions“ auf TKO zufrieden geben muss.
Auf „Tête malade / sick in the head“ präsentieren
sich die HATEPINKS wieder in Höchstform, und der einzige Wermutstropfen
ist die kurze Spielzeit, wobei wir wieder bei der eigenartigen Veröffentlichungsweise
sind. Denn mal ehrlich - warum nimmt eine Band, deren Alben nur 18
Minuten lang sind, eine EP auf, deren Laufzeit dann gerade mal die
Hälfte beträgt?! Die spinnen, die Franzosen! (um)
http://www.blueprint-fanzine.de/home/index.php4?Cat=5&Rub=2&EID=2930
Concertandco
(France)
Il faut leur reconnaître une certaine constance ! Car outre
nous casser régulièrement les esgourdes, dernièrement
encore à la Machine à Coudre, après avoir incrusté
un disque sur tous les labels punk indépendants de France,
après avoir inondé de pauvres japonais déjà
traumatisés de leurs Oeuvres complètes, après
avoir martyrisé le malheureux peuple allemand en une énième
tournée chez eux, voilà les Hatepinks partis à
la conquête du dernier endroit au monde où l'on vivait
heureux sans les connaître : les U.S.A., via le mythique label
TKO Records !
Au programme, une ou deux arnaques : une chanson déjà
enregistrée (My city is sick of pizza où ils affirment
que c'est la mozzarella - et non la drogue - qui aurait baisé
leur cerveau), un plagiat en anglais de leur propre Deine Mutter die
Pute (In the Front) ; et un Sweep the shit au sens largement cryptique
(comme souvent avec eux, il est vrai).
Et puis, quand même, plusieurs nouveautés explosives
(toujours en moins de 1' 30, durée maximale de concentration
du quatuor) : une Sexual Liberation is for Animals classique mais
bien produite ; la fumante Tête Malade/Sickindihead qui permettra
aux personnes concernées (elles sont nombreuses parmi les fans)
de continuer à danser et se taper dessus comme des crétins
à leurs concerts ; l'excellente et hargneuse Should I kill
myself or should I go jogging ? (non, ne répondez pas à
cette question, Mr Gasoil, vous savez bien que ces deux choix auraient
la même conséquence pour vous...). Et un délicieux
slow très drôle en sha'la'la'la où l'on se fout
de Myspace et ses amis-spams, Your Ass is a stereotype ! Voilà
qui fait plaisir face à la déferlante irrépressible
de ce non-site débile où l'on se fait de non-amis (des
qu'on avait déjà, des qu'on ne rencontrera jamais) en
perdant des heures.
Ce sera donc notre réponse aux U.S.A. : vous nous avez envoyé
Myspace pour nous rendre stupides (Monsieur Coincé-qui-fait-croire-qu'il-est-une-bimbo-gothique-tatouée
voudrait faire partie de ton réseau d'amis) ? C'est raté,
stupides on l'était déjà, et voici pourquoi :
vous non plus ne résisterez pas aux chansonnettes débiles
et (donc) jouissives des Haines Roses !
Hey Mr Daubeliou, Are you Plastic Congelated ?!
http://www.concertandco.com/cdvisu.php?s=hatepinks
Planet
Trash (Netherlands)
Allez, daar zijn de coole Fransen van Les Hatepinks uit Marseille.
Hun laatste plaat heet Tête Malade/Sick In The Head en ze hebben
minder dan negen minuten nodig om flink te scoren op deze planeet.
Gedurende deze korte periode komen er zeven nummers langs waarvan
de langste maar liefst 1 minuut en 34 seconden klokt. Les Hatepinks
staan bekend om hun politieke teksten. Wist je bijvoorbeeld dat het
pissen in een zwembad als politieke daad kan worden beschouwd?
Niet alles is politiek natuurlijk, ook een gezonde haat jegens bepaalde
soorten pizza's of levensvragen als Should I Kill Myself Or Go Jogging?
komen aan bod. Om het hele verhaal te vertellen dient ook gemeld te
worden dat de band bepaalde ideeën heeft over de sexuele bevrijding
van dieren (Partij voor de Dieren leest u mee?) en dat er zelfs een
ballade op deze plaat staat met de titel Your Ass Is A Stereotype.
Erg cool dus, die punkers van Les Hatepinks.
http://home.versatel.nl/wjjghm/main.html
House
of Coolness (Italy)
Di tutte le manifestazioni che il punk attuale assume, quella adottata
dai Francesi Les Hatepinks è tra quelle che preferisco. Il
quartetto di Marsiglia con questo Tete malade / Sick in the head,
assume sempre di più le sembianze di un cannone caricato ad
ilarità. Sesso, droga e stupidaggini varie che in qualche caso
hanno come soggetto la nostra pizza sono le valvole di sfogo di questi
punk, che articolano in nove minuti e dieci secondi sette traccie
di trash pop/punk dai connotati folli. Con attenzione a seguire il
dettame Buzzcocks, restando più aderenti possibile a tutto
ciò che possa sfociare in un pogo divertente.
L'Europa sta agli Hatepinks come l'America sta ai Briefs.
http://houseofcoolness.blogspot.com/