Hung Like Hanratty ‘What You See Is What You Get’ – album review
Hung Like Hanratty ‘What You See Is What You Get’ (STP Records)
CD | DL
Hung Like Hanratty are a bunch of wankers, who refuse to grow up; this is their own self-deprecating assessment, so anything said here is utterly meaningless; that said ‘What You See Is What You Get’ is a roustabout, acerbic, and childishly funny collection of a dozen or so simple punk belters – musically this isn’t going to challenge anyone familiar with the right end of a guitar, but that is not what this is about…
Hung Like Hanratty are well known regulars on the UK punk circuit, they support the grass roots DIY scene, attend gigs whether playing or not and are clearly influenced by the sort of ‘end of the pier’ humour that the snowflake generation are appalled at; tracks like opener ‘Clampit Town’, and ‘Disabled Parking’ cast a cynical eye across society, the world and his dog come in for put downs; Taxi drivers, parsnip growers, cat owners are all in the sights; some delivered with a wry smile and in the best possible taste, some like ‘Harvey Weinstein’ show that behind the outrageous postcard humour of “Harvey Weinstein fingered my bottom” – a line to be treasured, there is a serious side to their barbs, and a message that unlike say The Macc Lads does not need to be explained to be fully understood
Clearly with lines like “Stop, stop playing with your cock” Hung Like Hanratty are not pitching for pole position chart placings… in fact pole position to them is something I really wouldn’t want to experience!!
‘Outer Body Experience’ and ‘Keep Your Cat Off My Garden’ are the musical curveballs, though they only deviate from the simple head rush by a few degrees, prior to ‘Taxi Driver’ bringing things back to normal with a swift kick to the bollocks of those ‘Kings of the road’.
‘What You See Is What You Get’ is exactly that, an album no doubt fuelled by Buckfast, rammed full of simple mosh-pit igniting, fist raised sing-a-longs; aside from the Buckfast its powered by some effective drum refrains, melodies as catchy as an STD and some surprisingly (and don’t tell them) clever lyrics.