The Hives tend to fare best when they focus on all-out sonic gristle, with rhythms violent enough to atomize click-tracks and metronomes. But locked-in grooves dominate this fourth outing from the Swedish outfit, once self-identifying as the punkest of punk bands, now open to new genres. Heralded at the time of their 2001 ascension as saviors bold and thoughtful enough to reinstate the guitar in rock's increasingly poppish lexicon, they've now done away with their core raggedness in favor of what Hives chest-beaters will call finesse (they've done matured!), while the less charitable might sniff that they've stopped just shy of pandering stadium rock—small-amphitheater... More >>>