| Nme |
It’s cold. It’s not Christmas. We’re a year older. Everything’s grey and damp and life is a load of cock. Cometh the hour, cometh the band: Dublin quartet Fight Like Apes couldn’t have picked a better moment to splat their playschool paint-bomb of a debut into our mopey faces. Relentlessly pilfering the brightest parts of post-hardcore synthery, cartoon punk and sugar-rush twee, these totally hinge-free magpies have built a nest from shards of Enter Shikari, Test Icicles and Le Tigre and then thrashed the shiny fuck out of it. Take ‘Jake Summers’’ impudent insults, lead maniac May Kay barking “You’re like Kentucky Fried Chicken but without the taste”. Or the rantings of ‘Lend Me Your Face’ (“I’ll bust it up but I’ll replace it”). If you dislike puerile silliness, you’ll hate it. But, well… yer mum....full text |
| Femalefirst |
| Fight Like Apes are the latest band to come out of Ireland, the wonderful little country that has given us the likes of Westlife, Boyzone and B*Witched - all successful bands right? Well for the most part… So what are the latest offering like then? Well first off all, nothing like the above at all! But secondly, and most importantly, in an era when electronic, Indie music keeps getting drowned in synths, skinny jeans and people more concerned with how they look than how their music sounds; Fight Like Apes are a breath of fresh air. Fair enough, their lyrics are not exactly happy and upbeat, despite been belted out but lead singer Maykay to incredibly catch music, but these are a band I can see going far in the coming twelve months....full text |
| Analoguemagazine |
| I vacuum the CD into iTunes with trepidation. I’m about to review the début album from the most feted Irish live act since Whipping Boy. Fight Like Apes make energetic, clever, sexy music - pop punk in the best possible sense. Live, the band are stunningly entertaining, shooting about the stage drenched in sweat, MayKay screaming and flipping her banshee mane, Pockets headbangin’ in a karate headband like he’s about to loaf his synth in two. After released critically two acclaimed EP’s - ‘How Am I Suppose To Kill You If You Have All the Guns’, ‘David Carradine Is A Bounty Hunter Whos Robotic Arm Hates Your Crotch’, the band are set to release their first feature length record at the end of the month. So what does it sound like? Straight off the bat, vocals are noticeably cleaner, ‘Jake Summers’ is still a great song, now faster and sounding more like early 90’s “crunch sticky indie pop” (i.e.: Nerdy Girl) than a synthy Hole - eroding the destination between the intro and the ‘that’s not nice what you did to me’ interlude and replacing MayKay’s wonderfully angry ‘fuuuuuck’ with a weaker group chant. ‘Lend Me Your Face’ has been tinkered with, varying the synth tones that run over the intro, it’s more rounded but loses some of it’s furious smirk. ‘Battle Stations’ features sharper guitar and more developed farty synths, but the softer vocals may divide fans, especially in the synth-horn section. ‘Do you Karate?’ sounds less flat and fuzzy overall especially on the ’shit shit shit shit bang bang’ shouty bit ™. Of the new tracks ‘Digifucker’, a simple bass heavy track built around almost squeaky chiptuneque synth, horns and scuzzy guitar, is pretty. ‘I’m Beginning To Think You Prefer Beverly Hills 90210 To Me’, an imaginary exchange of letters between the band and a former manager, easily lives up to the bands older material, complete with trademark hilarious shouty bits ‘Suplex, suplex, suplex backbreaker’ and ‘You’re So Fired’. It could be the best track on the album. ‘Lumpy Dough’ is a great ‘You Are the Hat ‘ style, lush dreamy track, reminiscent of Moon Safari era Air minus the vocoder. ‘You Are the Hat ‘ incidentally makes an appearance on the albums vinyl release. ‘Something Global’ - already released as the albums début single, is poppy with a catchy ironic ‘gimme my hook’ hook. ‘Recyclable Ass’, despite its awesome chiptuny intro, and ‘Tie me up with Jackets’ are fun but less memorable. ‘Knucklehead’, a great Something Global b-side (available on the bands MySpace), didn’t make the cut. All the new tracks share MayKay’s trademark acerbic nonsense lyrics, bitchy-silly catch phrases that somehow never quite sound trivial....full text |
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It’s cold. It’s not Christmas. We’re a year older. Everything’s grey and damp and life is a load of cock. Cometh the hour, cometh the band: Dublin quartet Fight Like Apes couldn’t have picked a better moment to splat their playschool paint-bomb of a debut into our mopey faces.