Sister - Hated (Metal Blade/Riot)

Big-bollocked glammy punk from these anthemic Swedes that hits all the right buttons...
Release Date: 
6 Jun 2011 - 11:30pm

After 20 seconds of fucking about (quite what the point of opener Radioactive Misery is I’m still trying to work out), Swedish punk metallers Sister get going in earnest with the exhilarating rush of the suitably titled Body Blow; like a steel toecapped Doc Marten aimed straight in the ‘nads, their full force assault on the senses is an undeniable headrush, a maelstrom of sung and shouted choruses and iron clad guitarwork that’ll have the hairs on the back of your neck standing to attention as your fist involuntarily punches the air in triumph as you sing along.

Even better is next track Bullshit and Backstabbing; the sort of punk informed metal that Motley Crue would have loved to have been able to create around the time of Hooligans Holiday, there’s a crusty authenticity about Sister’s modus operandi that makes the work of the many bands who’ve tried their hand at this kinda stuff in the past frankly laughable - they are that good. The title track advances the band’s claims even further; A sinuous strut of a verse crowned by another mob handed chorus, this really is the good stuff, and then some. Vocalist Jamie is the star here, his guttural version of primetime Davy Vain is marvellous to hear, fitting the grubby sexuality of the music perfectly. Motherfuckers (Like You) ups the punk rock quotient considerably, the band weighing in come chorus time to give the song a real Misfits feel (a theme the band visits on the insanely catchy The Unlucky Minority), though Jamie’s vocal keeps the song at all times rooted firmly in classic sunset strip territory.
Werewolves on Blackstreet, as the title would suggest, is pure b-movie punk rock, looking to take a slice of Wednesday 13’s midnight territory as it rattles along in fine style; by now you’ll notice that there’s precious little in the work of Sister that could be labelled original – but ain’t that the case with most of the music we love in 2011? The band’s main strength throughout Hated is the sheer infectious commitment of their delivery – you cannot fail to swept along if you’ve a mind to get involved, and the rewards are huge if you do...

Hated completely succeeds where Chrome Division's last effort only partially delivered the goods – and I’m going to stick my neck out and say that this album will be the last word in punked-up hi-energy rock n’roll in 2o11. Exquisitely filthy fun.