Best Friends release ‘Hot. Reckless. Totally Insane.’
Hot. Reckless. Totally Insane.
Best Friends hail from Sheffield heaving large girder of steel fun through the power of garage-pop. As their animated debut record Hot. Reckless. Totally Insane. is determined to show you. It’s out July 4th on Fat Cat Records.
Whilst many bands hone their sound to perfection on their debut album, in nervous meticulousness to please the mainstream, Best Friends follow a less careful method of craft. With shambolically struck guitars and a whirlwind of sound, the Sheffield band chooses the imperfection and chaos of the convivial, over a dull, polished and heard-before sheen.
Enthused by garage the five-some form a scuzzy-pop resonance, with enough free-spirit to lift your feet of the ground. The energetically brief record sees fulfillment with upbeat mood lifters.
Opener ‘Fake Spit’ begins with a teasing clicking drum-beat that slowly trots before taking off into a clamorous vigour. Lewis Sharman growls a catching charisma over crashes of guitars. “It’s funny how you spit and swallow all the time,” he slavers with a cool tone of cynicism.
‘Cold Shapes’ the bands newest single mellows out into a matured haze of blissful confusion. In garage enthused ecstasy, the single shimmers a dirty-sweet vibrancy, that feels as wayward as dipping your finger in the sugar bowl. ‘Cold Shapes’ features dancing bass which thrusts the whole track forward with a surf-rock style, not too dissimilar to Birmingham’s indie-pop band JAWS.
Embracing their fast-wielding sound and live-in-the-moment stimulating ethos ‘If You Think Too Much Your Brain Falls Out’, bashes a thrilling wail. Slacker guitar evolves into brandishing pandemonium. Waves of backing vocals sweep sugary high ‘oohs’, injecting a merry overtone, as they meet Sharman’s snarling lead vocals. Best Friends demonstrate their ability to depict contrast, keeping their tunes upbeat despite their darker lyrical themes, as Sharman sneers “I’m not enough for you”.
Though it’s a shame not to see the scrappy hook-filled solace of track ‘Surf Bitches’ on the record, it’s probably reaching over-play and other early releases such as ‘Nosebleeds’ and ‘Happy Anniversary’ rattle the initial Best Friends disorganized rock and roll sound. Both tracks beam as summer-time rock flusters.
The album’s standout track has to be ‘Orange Juice’. As something different, the song is slow and simple. Honest strokes of guitar accompany Sherman’s voice at it’s cleanest, as he asks us to “rip it up and start again…” before clattering into Best Friends’ former more grimacing sound. Ending Hot. Reckless. Totally Insane. in elevation, walls of sound collide in astounding rising conflict, they wash over the listener in a soothing wave of rocking catharsis.
Though Hot. Reckless. Totally Insane. may be short and not necessarily entirely sweet, it is certainly adrenalin filled. Full of filthy disarray and bedlam, Best Friends’ debut may not be tidy as a first album, but somehow as a fabricated clutter it’s so much better.