Well, football is no longer coming home. the UK’s best heatwave in a generation is wobbling like it’s on the piss and Jeremy Hunt is set to add ‘ties with Europe’ to his trifecta of political fuckery. What we need is a distraction; a summer banger that we can play day and night and forget about the Armitage Shanks world we’re currently employed on. And The Hunna might well have 10…
Now in all honesty, The Hunna are a marmite band. Brought to fame after a wealth of social media based advertising, they lack the gruelling back-story that many rock bands use to offset their good fortune later in the game. Debut album 100 proved a storm with fans, but has been criticised for being far too formulaic in construction.
DARE is more of the same. Nothing here will win over those who weren’t fans before. In fact, this almost seems like a two-fingered salute: this is us, you know where the door is. The slight differentiation in tracks like ‘Dare‘ [fuzzy guitars…] will satisfy only the cognitive bias of those already deeply ingrained with the Hertfordshire four-piece.
But what about our summer banger? Truthfully, most of the album feels like filler material. After the play-by-play hit factory of 100, second-album syndrome was on good odds. For this reviewer, there are three saving grace tracks.
Flickin’ Your Hair is a well crafted track, with subtle hints at a deeper songwriting ability and a good singalong chorus. NY to LA is a softer touch that is attracting a wealth of mainstream radio play. The drop into a fuller band sound before the chorus is textbook, but will surely pop live. But the saving grace is Summer: a banger truly worthy of the name.
The first track released in the Dare era, ‘Summer’ is characteristically Hunna. The one-word tagline is a simple as it gets, but you can almost hear it being sung live as you listen on record.
The record itself? Well, I’m on the fence. Certainly easy to listen to, it will do well for pop fans and faux-alternative, it’s-not-a-phase-mom teens alike. But in doing so it appears to lack substance and will perish because of that. Not a bad album, but not memorable enough to confine to the history books.