I suppose I’d better start this review off with a confession. I’m a very calm gentleman who rarely shows any level of happiness or joy unless I find a fiver on the floor or a child hurts themselves on TV. Quite honestly, it’s problematic. My girlfriend is leaving me.
But hold on – I wack on Rabbit Hole, the newest single by False Heads, and something awakens within me. I feel like a feminist about to burn her bra – empowered and excited. It’s a track that serves a very clear purpose – to get you psyched up. It doesn’t mess about either; opening with an undeniable energy that gets you out of your seat and dancing around with flailing arms and flying legs that, to a spectator, may look as though you are practising a weird martial art or you’ve stuck your finger into a live plug socket. You know better, though. It’s that Rabbit Hole energy.
The guitar, bass and drums are absolute filth, and the vocals perfectly compliment the rough, grungey feel of the song. I’m finally clocking on as to why they called this Rabbit Hole; you feel as if you are treading on unknown, dangerous territory. It’s a bit scary, and I have to hide under my covers again — the shame.
As I listen to Rabbit Hole for the fifth time, I begin to imagine a packed basement gig, filled with sweaty people moshing and throwing questionable liquids over each other. It’s gritty, and if that isn’t your scene, you can jig your way out of my life you flannel, I’m all about the False Heads’ philosophy now. In the meantime, I’m going to have a look through the band’s back catalogue to see if the rest of their music packs the same punch. If it does, I’m exclusively playing their records every time I am about to have a confrontational situation – like telling my neighbour Maureen that she can’t borrow my milk.
False Heads’ new single Rabbit Hole is out now, their debut album It’s All There But You’re Dreaming will be released on March 13th, and they are touring in 2020 too. Look out for an Ed Sheeran lookalike with a supple frame in the audience, that’ll be me.