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. [...]