The Hospitals write songs. This is important because if you manage to get a copy of their (sold out) new record, Hairdryer Peace, you might initially confuse this for an art-noise group, yet another collection of unwashed kids turning knobs on the floor and blowing out their eardrums. However, breaching the surface of oceans of compressed drums and thick guitar wash are perfect rock verses, disintegrating in front of you, as though deposited into the slit gastrointestinal tract of some horrible mass-culture monster and subjected to an unforgiving process of acidic punk rock digestion. The vocals are flip and abrasive. The lyrics continue in the finest tradition of urban alienation (“Animals act natural / it’s all been so hard for me”). The drums are monolithic. This record must be appreciated more, right now.

[audio:] The Hospitals – “I’ve Visited the Island of Jocks and Jazz”

This contribution was written by guest blogger Dylan Travis of Man/Miracle.