Strung out loosely along the Surrey/Hampshire border there’re all these sleepy towns where not a huge amount ever seems to happen.
One course of action is to hunker down in leafy Farnham with a bunch of cold stubbies, tell yourself isn’t-it-lovely-and-besides-it’s-not-Aldershot and live vicariously through other people’s noise. Unhappy with or unaware of this option, Hold Your Horse Is decided make the noise themselves.
It’d be remiss of anyone writing about Hold Your Horse Is not to mention the very obvious parallels that can be drawn between their debut full length Frimley (a town also home to a big feck-off business park) and the output of another rock’n’roll three piece from nearby Aldershot (you know the one, split up after album three, song named after the bloke from Nightmare On…yeah, them). There’s a lot of odd, gnarly, stretchy chords and rhythms that sound like they started life on an anvil and Robin Pearson’s voice is all friendly and righteous one minute BUT THEN GOES REALLY LOUD AND MAKES YOU WANT TO SHIT YOURSELF the next.
That said it’d also be remiss to write Hold Your Horse Is off as no-rate copyists. That riff on the joyriding one minute twenty-two second scorch of Title Track, for example, well, that could blister paint. Everything’s So Mundane plays out like the anglesome, end-of-tether aftermath of that night you got bored and did some pills just because, all disgusted lip-curl and wanting to unzip yourself from your skin and fly off somewhere better. And there’s a song called Like Crisps Under Bison, which is the best song name you’ve heard this year and has the bridge and the chorus to back it up. Srsly.