Hacha produce a Classic Rock feel with this album—it’s not particularly unique, but it’s original because… it’s good! And let me tell you, there’s nothing wrong with sounding like Ozzy (“Belly Up”). Granted, it’s the kind of music that has always been a sort of benchmark for me: A little Zepp-ly, some heavy guitar, a few funky bouncy riffs and some lighter picking to add just the littlest bit of pop to the mix—but not too much. Still, it was refreshing to put in an album and just enjoy it.
I liked the heavy and funky first track, “Campfire,” but thought it was too long by half (it’s also the same riff as “Brown Rabbit”). These guys do tend to stretch their songs out: most of the songs are over five minutes, with one topping twenty, but it’s an indication of what their live performances are like. I was pleasantly surprised by how “5 Foot Three” sounded completely different (sort of a down-home, around-the-fire music). A highlight was the masterful “Diddly,” a softer, subtler, slow burner that built up to a rocking climax.
Honestly, this album was a surprise. I really liked it. It’s good to hear some kickass rock and roll again, and I realize I’ve been starving for it. If you like your beer tall and your rock hard, take a trip to Moorpark St.